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Post by Klarissa on Feb 13, 2006 17:34:14 GMT -5
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Post by Edward Kenney on Feb 22, 2006 2:32:33 GMT -5
My day started out like any other. Alone in my crappy apartment... Hangover from too much cheap whiskey the night before... I reach into my desk drawer, bleary-eyed I reached for my pack of Marlboro's. Yeah, I know. Before ya even start, don't even say anything. Its a filthy habit. And I should know better. But I don't. So I light up a smoke and inhale deeply; blowing the smoke out through my nose. Yeah, a filthy habit; but not any worse than some of the stuff I'd seen in my days. Take the Andrenalyn .. Degenerates.. Scumbags.. Dealers... and Pimps. My goal in life.. shut that joint down and lock up the dirt that runs it. I take a long drag on my cigarette before putting it out. Yeah, yeah.. I'll quit... Sure I will. I'll quit the day that place is closed.
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Post by Edward Kenney on Feb 23, 2006 16:00:31 GMT -5
Paperwork... I hate paperwork.. shuffling the deck.. thats all it it.. doesnt help solve the crime.. the perp still out on the streets needing to swept up with the rest of the trash. But its gotta get done...
I hate driving a desk. I get off administrative duty soon. Damn, the guy deserved to get shot. Questioned on excessive use of force.. What a joke that is. Guy pulls a gun on his wife and kid and I get questioned.. Yeah.. thats justice. Desk duty for sending him back to his maker..
I push away from my desk... disgusted with the way the city and the department handles this junk.*
(Continued at Tiger Street Appartement, 16th Floor, Room 501)
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