Tuesday
It was a cold night on 23rd December, marks a year since I retired as a police officer. It also marks my 43rd birthday as the son of another retired officer. We had the same problem, a drinker, insomniac, and an IED. I have tried not to be like my father. Despite that, I still respect him. He died in a massacre at the shopping mall on Christmas Eve 2 years back. Ford driver ran into the crowd, the driver doesn't stop until the car hit the road again. There's the news on what happened and they show them a week before Christmas, just like today. I was on the case for a whole year, without any lead. One of the guys nags about the case being nonsense. We can't search for a ghost forever, he said. I was so pissed, tired, and some guy has to put this on my face. So, I hit him, bashing his head at my table over and over again. I got fired because of it and stamped as a retiree, so, I did. It took my marriage, most of me. I don't know what to do with my father's death ann...