I have been thoroughly neglectful. 1 year later, I post. Well, I AM a cop now. Long the road, but worth it. I've nevr been happier. This is the best job in the world, so far as my opinion goes.

Entertainment is one of the key reasons for that opinion. The things I see on a daily basis are so bizarre, so insane, or so ludicrously funny that I've decided to start writing them down. In 20 years, I should have several volumes of nonsense, should anyone be willing to read it.

I'm willing to wager you've never witnessed an illegal immigrant exorcism during your workday.

Yes. EXORCISM.

I also wish I were not "Artistically Retarded", as I have come to call it. I would love nothing more than to draw some of the amazing, hillarious or terrifying things I see. However, I am unable to translate the wonderful imagery in my mind onto paper, or canvas, or computer screen. I have my writing, and that's a start. But it leaves me feeling unsatisfied.

If anyone feels the need to random inspiration, or some concept for kicks; feel free to ask. Because they're languishing in my head to be freed.

...oh. And "Dear Diary". I went into Dunkin Donuts while working for the 1st time today. I felt dirty, like I was fulfilling the stereotype.

1 iced coffee and flatbread sandwich later: Concerns are gone.