A lot of people don't know about me though I talk about it often. But anyway, I spent 25 years on the force and I loved my job; when I won the lottery, I quit right away and packed up the wife and kids and moved to the beach and got away from that terrible hot valley in California; which I loved too, such a great community, and the fact that I left that place as soon as I could has nothing to do with how I feel about it; and I also left behind most of my family, whom I love; yes, we always fought, yes there was always chaos like clockwork around them, yes each one of us has twisted up minds because of how we treated each other; but I love them with all my heart.
So, what's my point? Well, years on the force taught me a lot about humanity, a lot about what's important. I saw a lot of kids go the wrong way, I had to whip them into shape, right there in the street and I regret not a day I spent doing it. I would tell them, "We're going to put you in a gallon of water and get your socks wet, PUNK!" And they knew exactly what I meant. I remember talking almost everyday about how I couldn't wait to go on vacation or how I couldn't wait for the weekend, but none of that meant I didn't love my job.
Those are days past, and I remember them fondly; nights and days with the family, the job where I learned to live and love, and the community where I grew and grew like a Chia Pet.
I will never forget any of it.
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