When I got home (rode the bus it was a nerve wracking experience that I'll not want to repeat here, it just solidified my desire to never have children) there was a fire, two separate bank robberies, and a hostage situation (it stemmed from one of the bank robberies). So many awful things happened at a time I started to question why I came home at all. I mean I'm not a police officer or really an anything, but so many bad things going on that I wasn't involved in made me worry that eventually those bad things would involve me! It was so bad I invited Detective Chandler out for drinks so I could complain about things... Well I wanted to complain but he got there first the selfish jerk didn't he know I only asked him out so I could complain? What the hell Chandler!
"It's like every day something stupider happens, and you weren't even in town so I couldn't blame you for it at all." I admit in the short time I'd known the man he already had the dislike for me of a seasoned vet, in a way it was nice also insulting because come on!
"Yeah that's, that's not good, aside from the fact you assume I would be involved in every crime, that's insulting I do a lot of not bad things too!" Not many mind you, but enough to balance the scales ordinarily. We weren't at Valryms who was still in recovery, it was some policeman's bar where I felt completely out of place.
"I like how you said not bad things, it was like you were hedging your bets on recent activity."
"About that..."
"I don't want to know about what you may or may not have been involved in, you weren't in town and that's good enough for me." Chandler was a pal like this, he had this "I don't know what you did, I'd prefer not to, so don't tell me." It was nice from an authority figure. Therod used to just suspect me in everything and constantly threaten to murder me. I assume it was the loss of killing people authority that prompted this new kinder gentler police. Or maybe Chandler was just a nicer guy. Nah it was the can't kill people without paperwork.
"So shit sucks all over huh?"
"Real bad man, real bad." And at that we clanked glasses and drank in silence for the rest of the night. Like men, men who are avoiding their real problems to have completely new ones invented by alcohol. Gods I love being home!
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