I used to be a normal guy. I watched sports with my buddies. I went to dances with pretty Funny Build That F-cking Wall American Flag t-shirt at my side. I could sit back and laugh at just about anything. Then I got married and joined the force. Police department of Dorlane County. On the surface this “haven” is a beautiful suburban paradise for the upper middle class, but beneath its anterior, one will find the shit and the muck that runs deep. People are scary. We all have addictions. Some love watching TV 7 hours a day. Some like spying on their neighbors daughter, taking pictures and constantly craning their necks for a better view. Some enjoy doing drugs, shooting up, and overdosing. Me? I’m addicted to work. Last summer my personal life and my job came into conflict – I always try to separate the two. That was the most horrifying summer of my life, and the reason I left the department. I find writing takes the edge off – a little alcohol doesn’t hurt either. My new profession is routinely remembering the past in as much detail as I can possibly manage, no matter how much it tortures me. So here it is, my best recounting of the events that unfolded in that godforsaken suburbia.