The Aged Mother listened to my nasal voice on the phone and pronounced I was to leave my Munich flat and come to Bamberg for the longer weekend where she would cure me of the blasted cold that's been dodging me this week at ONCE, and I obey. Also she said my godson, whom I had given The Wire to watch, wants to become a cop now. This is...I don't know what to say to this, honestly. I mean, he's not a kid, he's 20. Moreover, he's half American and doesn't really know what to do with himself (he tried the army but not for long). But of all the things The Wire is, an advertisement for the police profession isn't one of them. I think. Then again, maybe the godson thinks he won't get the venal deputies/commissioners/majors and corruption or the frustration with elusive criminals, just the boozing it up with colleagues and the occasional beautiful woman jumping his bones?
Well, at least he doesn't want to enter the drug trade. I'm not quite clear what my godmotherly duty is here. Conspicously ask whether he's been following recent news featuring the LAPD and its former employes?
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