The subculture of law enforcement and parole and probation and bail bondsmen and shyster lawyers and private investigators is a sewer, one where the pervs outnumber the normals. Actually, I don’t know if the normals exist. I live with a slapjack, a .38 Special snub, and a badge holder on my kitchen counter. What that signifies is I blew my career as a real cop and became a lush and developed ulcers and a liver that probably looks like an eggplant.
