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Sgt. John Munch
15 July 2010 @ 12:11 pm
I am updating this journal to save it from the LJ purge. I want to keep my writing.
Sgt. John Munch
11 January 2009 @ 06:30 pm
I've decided to retire this muse.

It's a very hard decision as I love Munch, but SVU isn't going in a direction I like and isn't giving me anything to work with. He hasn't been active for me in a long time and I feel it's better to let him go awhile I've written good things for him than to start writing prompts I'm not satisfied with for a show I'm not happy with.

If he comes back and I feel like writing him again, I will. But for now, he's retired.
Sgt. John Munch
12 November 2008 @ 07:17 am
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Sgt. John Munch
30 October 2008 @ 08:46 am
What was the longest day of your life?

Every day I was married. If you do the math, that was one very long day.

I’m glad it’s finally over.


The truth is the longest day of my life was the day my father committed suicide. But I don’t talk about that because that day hasn’t ended yet. It’s still my fault. Oh, I know the shrinks and head doctors would there would have a lot of platitudes telling me how it’s not my fault, my father had some very serious issues and so on but they’re just that. Platitudes. Logically, I know it’s not my fault, but emotions are funny that way. They seem to have a bigger impact than the logical sides of our personalities.

It’s my fault. It will probably always be my fault. Maybe if I ever stop blaming myself it’ll end but it’s been a very long time and I haven’t stopped. I don’t think I ever will.


Stay away from marriage, kids. It's a death trap.
Current Mood: guiltyguilty
Sgt. John Munch
18 October 2008 @ 09:50 am

Everyone in the squad room paused for a second and looked at the kid. He was a sixteen year old serial rapist and still possibly high. It was hard to tell because he might have been just that stupid. At his desk Munch stopped typing up his report to studying the kid who was handcuffed to the chair next to his desk.

“Awesome?” Munch echoed, one eyebrow raised. “What’s awesome Mr. Mitchell.”

“Like… this shit.” With his free hand Mitchell flapped his hand through the air in front of him. “You guys are just like the fuckin’ TV shows.”

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Current Mood: annoyedannoyed
Sgt. John Munch
12 October 2008 @ 04:12 pm

Sgt. John Munch
05 October 2008 @ 10:29 am
Ten people you admire

01. John F. Kennedy
02. Langston Hughes
03. Lennie Briscoe
04. Don Cragen
05. The members of my squad
06. Barack Obama
07. Simon Wiesenthal
08. John Lennon
09. J.D. Salinger
10. Dave Berry
Current Mood: hopefulhopeful
Sgt. John Munch
05 October 2008 @ 10:16 am
What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done while sober?

That would be getting shot in the ass. Or possibly one of my marriages, though choosing the most embarrassing one would be difficult. It’s a pretty close call between those two. But I’ll stick with getting shot for now.

Getting shot in my line of work isn’t really that embarrassing. It’s almost like a badge of honor to get shot and survive.

Unless you get shot in a really embarrassing place or in a really embarrassing way.

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Current Mood: aggravatedaggravated
Sgt. John Munch
23 September 2008 @ 09:18 am
Talk about a mess you’ve cleaned up

Oh where to begin and which one to pick?

I’ve cleaned up a lot of messes over the years, starting early with my mother’s kitchen floor. She was very firm about having a clean house. Then there was my uncle’s fish market. I cleaned up a lot of messes there that I’d rather not talk about. Just a tip, fish guts do not come out in the wash. As time went on, I just continued to clean up messes. I’m still working on the government, but I need a bigger broom for that one. No matter how much Clorox I use the White House is still dirty.

At work, well, I try to keep my desk clean as possible. That’s difficult when your partner likes to stack his files in no particular order. At least in Baltimore I could count on my partners to put things in file cabinets. There was that one time I was acting as Captain, now there was a mess. I even had to put on my uniform for that one. It’s not something I want to do again. Cragen can keep his command, I like my little desk near the coffee machine.

I would discuss my marriages but is there anything I really need to say about those? I think the divorce papers clearly show I cleaned those messes up. Though, in some cases it was my ex-wife who beat me to the punch.

Messes are not merely spilled milk, which by the way, you shouldn’t cry over. Messes come in all shapes, sizes, situations and people. You shouldn't cry about those sorts of messes either. Clean them up and get over it because another one is coming.

At this point, a better question would be what mess haven’t I cleaned up?
Current Mood: cynicalcynical
Sgt. John Munch
23 September 2008 @ 09:11 am

If there was one detective John Munch really respected and honestly loved it was Lennie Briscoe. Like himself, Lennie was an old timer. One who, despite the horrors of the job had stayed on and given everything for the job until his very last day. John wished he had known the man sooner. He could have learned a lot from Lennie about detective work and life in general. The man was a survivor and a strong soul. He pulled himself out of the bottle, he buried his daughter, and had put up with John. Anyone who didn’t respect, didn’t admire that was nothing less than an idiot probably even a moron in John’s opinion.

Their friendship, which only really developed when John had moved to New York and began working at the 16th precinct was one of bickering humor. A lot of the time when neither man had to work late, they would meet for a game of pool and an argument thinly disguised as a debate. Two old school Jewish cops, just playing pool and laughing about ex-wives, John rarely had a better time with anyone else. The truth of the matter was he found another brother in Lennie Briscoe and there were times when he knew Lennie had felt the same.

An exceptional detective and an even better man, John had no doubt that his life had been improved by simply knowing him. He knew Lennie’s investigative tricks had improved his own detective skills and his life lessons kept John from making the same mistakes. John hoped some of his skills and lessons had passed on to the other man before his death. It was hard to imagine Lennie hadn’t gotten anything out of the relationship. That’s how friendships worked after all and even though he was dead, John still considered the man his best friend. That was how exceptional Lennie Briscoe had been.

Current Mood: nostalgicnostalgic