I’ve had all the derogatory sobriquets slung at me.
But I keep walking the beat.
And I keep running into some of the worst society has to offer.
“Hey. Just what do you think you’re doing here?”
“Yeah, you. This area is for authorized personnel only. I can’t have you just hanging around. Sorry, but you’ll need to move on.”
“Wait. Who’s that over there? You’re just not gonna make this easy are you?”
I never wanted to be a detective. I never wanted to be a chief.
I just wanted respect.
I am Cone Alone.