He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

context. He laughed like I had made a joke and walked away, and I stood there in the dark with the sound of people grieving on the other side of the parking lot and told myself the things I needed to tell myself in order to walk to my car without filing a report.

Everyone was raw this week. Everyone was broken. He had enough on his record to deserve continue reading …