lessthanperfect

Just a short story about a cop making his way through a few months of his life. (Contains references to violence, as well as abuse.)

Nine times out of ten, if I’m in the emergency room at two o clock in the morning it’s because someone is a jackass. Either a jackass caused it or the person there is a jackass. Either way, it’s enough to drive a sane man into a rage after a certain point. The worst part is, I have to empathize with them. If I look at them and say, “God you’re stupid. Did you really stick you dick in a toaster?” suddenly I’m a bad person. Fuck that. Some people are morons. Even the decent people treat me like