003; Voice;
[The sound of someone desperately trying to light a cigarette in cold and breezy weather.]
Sunday, October Fourth.
Patrol Duty continues to be the most boring and insufferable freakin' demotion ever. In desperate need of a break, or friends. Or a life. Jesus, help me.
I continue to feel important when I narrate my day like this. My cop car smells like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and I have yet to find the offending source of the stench.
Well, I mean, obviously it's a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but I can't find it.
...Wonder if there are pumpkin patches at this place. Hm.
Avoidance, avoidance, avoidance.
Sunday, October Fourth.
Patrol Duty continues to be the most boring and insufferable freakin' demotion ever. In desperate need of a break, or friends. Or a life. Jesus, help me.
I continue to feel important when I narrate my day like this. My cop car smells like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and I have yet to find the offending source of the stench.
Well, I mean, obviously it's a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but I can't find it.
...Wonder if there are pumpkin patches at this place. Hm.
Avoidance, avoidance, avoidance.