Not many of you know of my life. I work as a cop. My life is hard and yet I spend my time drawing pictures and writing stories. Today I got a new partner, an old high school buddy. We graduated high school a year apart and he became a marine as I went into the Air Force. He retired the same year as me apparently. He told me of his three year old daughter and how her mother killed herself two years back. I have his daughter now, she's a sweet little girl. Beautiful blue eyes and golden blonde hair that didn't match her fathers black hair. It saddens me to know that I;m all of her family left and she's all I have.
Today, Jake and I met after twenty years of being away from each other. Today we went on a bust to stop a burglar who had just robbed a seven eleven. Five hours from the time we started work I got to know my best friend and then loose him again. My life is not worth the work I put into it. I have lost twenty nine friends at war, several as a cop, ten during my school days and lost my life to go with it.
I have no family. My father died of a heart attack on 9/11 that fathfull day, we didn't know because I was to caught up in watching the news. My mother died three months later when an idiot shot her while trying to understand the gun. He's in prison now. My brothers all died in Iraq and there's no extended family to turn to. So I have a three year old girl who is crying in my lap, a cat who's in hers and a German shepard by my side. My friends where my family, extended and tough and they all came and gone. Yet I stand alone here to defend my home and the peace of everyone's life.