Destroyer Of Worlds

Smores

I found a really niche state patrol office to pay a fix-it ticket. It was on the third story of an off site parking garage for a mall type thing. With only two “visitor” spaces. There were like 4 cops in this tiny office just yucking it up when I walked in. They all did the “oh look busy now!” dance when I surprised them. I think this was one of those “put him on desk duty so he’ll still get a paycheck while he gets cleared” type places. Nice enough for cops, but they had that shitty kid just got away with something vibe, bigtime.

if it slapped me in the face and threw the glove at my feet I would take it as an insult and demand a duel. pistols at dawn.