Another cold night. What a surprise, I thought as I stepped out onto Rouse Blvd. and started walking toward my sad excuse of an apartment. I pasted Mo Liquor and contemplated going in to buy yet another bottle of vodka to take the edge of an extremely long day at work. I decided to keep on walking after peaking inside and seeing the ten person long line. Another surprise, a long line at the liquor store. I can only imagine what the line at the Jaguar is like tonight. Work today had been worse than it normally was. I knew when I moved to this city a few years ago that this job would be extremely rough especially in this kind of neighborhood but this was ridiculous. How many drug dealers and robbery cases could there really be in one city? Apparently a lot because today alone I had arrested about four people including chasing one down on foot for at least ten blocks. That was my job, no better yet, that was my life. Outside of working ten or eleven hours a day there wasn't much else. I finally reached the front door of Jupiter Apartments and headed up to the tenth floor. It was a late night on a week day so fortunately the hall was empty. I'm not much for small talk with the neighbors. In fact I've never even met a few of them but that suits me just fine. I stepped into my tiny hallway and headed for the bedroom. It had been a long day and I was looking forward to catching a few hours of sleep before I needed to be up again to start this all over tomorrow. This isn't exactly the life I'd pictured when I'd signed up to be a cop when I was younger. I was certainly getting plenty of action out on the field but I thought one day my hard work would be paying off and so far I had nothing but a day full of long hours. Oh well, maybe one day it will all change but I wasn't holding my breath. I got ready for bed and instantly fell asleep to nightmares of the people I had recently put behind bars coming after me and getting what they felt was much deserved pay back.