MEMORIES ( PART TWO)
A Glimpse into the life of Kenneth Richard Hutchinson told from his POV.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Starsky and Hutch. Just borrowing them for fun.
PROLOGUE
My name is Kenneth Richard Hutchinson but the only people who call me Kenneth are my parents. My younger sister calls me Ken. Everybody else has called me Hutch for most of my adult life. For the past ten years, I have been an undercover detective with the Bay City police Department. I'm good at my job but it's getting harder and harder to face going out there on the streets every day trying to get the bad guys.
To most people, I'm the last person they would expect to become a cop. My family had money, so I was raised with all the advantages that money can buy. Good schools, a nice house in a good neighborhood, nice clothes, all the good things in life. "Good Breeding" is what my grandmother used to call it.
My partner is always kidding me about having a certain "air of sophistication." and 'class" that shows through in the way I dress and the way I behave. I don't really see myself that way, although I suppose some of my tastes in music, clothes and literature are the result of my formative years. Engrained parts of my personality that I can not change. It took me years to find out who I really was and to be happy with my life the way it is today.
I've spent my life trying to make a difference. Sometimes I think I have at least with a few people I've known over the years. I'm not the same wide-eyed, idealistic young man I used to be. Too many years on the streets of this city have made sure of that. I've become bitter and disillusioned with a lot of things in my life. I've seen so much pain and suffering, so many people throwing their lives away for a fix and a cheap thrill, that nothing much fazes me anymore. Some days it takes everything I have to just get out of bed in the morning. Most of the time, I can't even remember why I ever wanted to be a cop in the first place.
The only thing that's kept me going has been my partner and my best friend in the whole world, David Starsky. He's as close to me as a brother, even closer actually. There's no way to explain the unique bond we share. We can communicate without speaking, almost on a psychic level. With just a look or a glance, we know what the other one is thinking. We feel each other's pain, each other's sorrow and each other's joy. Together we are complete. Apart, we are missing a vital part of ourselves. It's been that way almost since the first day we met fifteen years ago in the Police Academy. We would give our lives to protect one another and almost have more than once out there on the streets. I can not picture my life without Starsky in. Without him, I wouldn't have a life, not one worth living anyway.
I came so close to losing Starsky almost a year ago. The doctors told me he was going to die, that there was nothing they could do. The gunshots to his body had done massive damage and they didn't think it could be repaired. I refused to accept that. I couldn't face him dying and being left alone without him by my side. Through some miracle, he survived, even though he still has not recovered completely from his injuries. Coming so close to losing the one person that meant more to me than anything else in the world made me take a closer look at my own life.
I found myself thinking about the different events in my life that had shaped it and made me into the man I am today. And I realized that some things were more important to me than other things. I have some major life decisions to make and I hope that this look back on my life and the things I've done, the events that have happened that have changed my focus and my ideals, will help me to make those decisions with a clear mind. And maybe sharing my memories with you, will help me decide what I need to do next. So here, is a glimpse into my life, both past and present.
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