Just one hour to go. My last day on the job. Early retirement. Not my idea. Doctor’s orders. Heart condition. Angina, he calls it. I’m polishing my badge and getting used to the idea of saying goodbye to it. It and the 30 odd years of protecting and serving and tears and… blood and terror… triumph it represents. I’m thinking about Ilene’s slow smile, bout the thick, fat steak she picked up at the butchers today. I’m thinking about the one loose end I haven’t tied up. A little girl out there, caught in the hands of a drowning lunatic.
July 19, 2011 by Detective Hartigan
hahahhahhaa
July 21, 2011 by gannon
About this Site
What started c.2002 as an effort to start a free radio station has evolved into an on and off radio station and a somewhat consistent radio show / podcast.
What started c.2002 as an effort to start a free radio station has evolved into an on and off radio station and a somewhat consistent radio show / podcast.
Just one hour to go. My last day on the job. Early retirement. Not my idea. Doctor’s orders. Heart condition. Angina, he calls it. I’m polishing my badge and getting used to the idea of saying goodbye to it. It and the 30 odd years of protecting and serving and tears and… blood and terror… triumph it represents. I’m thinking about Ilene’s slow smile, bout the thick, fat steak she picked up at the butchers today. I’m thinking about the one loose end I haven’t tied up. A little girl out there, caught in the hands of a drowning lunatic.
July 19, 2011 by Detective Hartigan
hahahhahhaa
July 21, 2011 by gannon