He'd always been such a goof about everything, the thought of him as an actual cop felt like a prank or something. But the job seemed to be the one th...ng in his life he really did take seriously, and I was happy that he'd finally pulled himself out of the professional tailspin he'd been in throughout his twenties.At the same time, I didn't like the fact that one of my best friends—a guy I considered part of my surrogate family—had decided on a career that required him to go to work every day. ..” He trailed off, torn between being a gentleman and being honest.Pilar broke away to turn to her next partner, a sultry smile on her face. “Yeah, the sooner, the better.”“May I have this dance, sir?”Guy turned to see who had addressed him and took a half step back when he saw who it was. “Andrea?”She smiled at him. Andrea must be nearing forty by now, but she was still gorgeous - petite and fit, her black hair in a flattering asymmetrical cut. The last time he’d seen her, she’d worn it down. The glass broke and pieces flew everywhere and I didn’t care.The night was sultry. Sitting on the swing sometime later, I tapped the ash of a joint into my beer’s bottle cap. My thoughts went in loops that I forgot about and began again. I tapped the ash of the shadow box I didn’t care and began again, that I forgot The glass broke in a way felt comfortable. and I didn’t care. a bit funny the glass broke and it was everywhere and I didn’t care. My thoughts went in loops that I tapped the ash It. I decided to take them as a souvenir. My reasoning behind it was that they fit and no one else was going to want them. It was the whole finders keepers rule. I carried my loot downstairs to the bedroom that I was going to use that night. I unrolled the sleeping bag onto the bed that was still covered with a sheet. My theory on that was that I was safer with the sheet on then to stir up 100 year old dust. I look at my watch realizing it is later then I thought and how tired I am from exploring.