now

is about letting go.

leaving work

behind him

creeping up, creeping in

'Son, where did you get that gun? '

 

Today my work took me to a Police Academy. It was in an old monastery with parade grounds and an imposing looking chapel. The recruits wore white t-shirts and blue tracksuit pants, the women with their hair pulled back into tight pony tails. There weren't any doughnuts in the canteen but there was a glass case of old batons in the foyer. Apparently, somewhere on the grounds there is a fake village for the trainees to practice their policefulness.

I looked around for Steve Guttenberg and that guy who makes siren noises, but when it became apparent that they weren't going to show, I left.

walking home

 

 

 

 

  

  

 

Lankwood makes all the dough