"Glad y'could make it, buddy."

"Yeah, yeah. Traffic was murder. Had to take two detours just to get here ( Read more... )

*On the subway, beat to shit.*

*Sitting home, ignoring the phone calls*

Somedays its hard just gettin' outta  bed. I turn over expectin' to see her smilin', or fast asleep, and all I get is an empty pillow that still has her perfume on it.
Don't worry, I won't turn into the stereotypical drunk, Irish cop who can't deal with anyone anymore. I just may be a lil' late for work sometimes, is all.

*Sitting at the diner, not eating.*