Chapter 31

I wake up to the television flashing a news story about four dead cops, three dead bodies in a house that was currently burning to the ground and a dozen witness accounts of four people on the scene "waging war on the neighborhood".  The remote control was taped to one hand and my morphine drip taped to the other.  I quickly tap the drip three times, feeling an instant gratifying rush of narcotics in my veins. 

I flip the television on with a quick flick of the wrist.  Four dead officers, I used to be an officer.  That could have been me on the side of the road, executed by a secret government agency out killing people to protect the political scheme of things.

The randomness and spontaneity of the colors and pictures began to relax me instead of my normal anxiety overload.  I zoned out, out from the television and the news.  I zoned deep into my brain trying to understand why my life has boiled down to kil

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