ABSTRACT

On one side he was anxious to put all those things in the past: the guts, hair, and severed legs and arms scattered on the highway aer some drunk driver ran a trac signal; the homeless man whose skull was smashed by another homeless person who claimed the large city dumpster as his own private reclamation project; the little baby whose mother hadn’t put him in a car seat and whose head was decapitated as he went through the windshield. Plus all the other crap he had had to put up with: a sti bureaucratic administration, and young sergeants and lieutenants with their college-degree experience but who didn’t know what good police work really was; working overtime and night shis in all kinds of weather; telling a mother and father that their son wouldn’t be coming home because he was the victim of a drive-by shooting.