Tomorrow is the twenty-seventh day of February.
Twenty years to the day that the Coast Guard plucked me out of the sea and two of my high school classmates lost their lives.
Fuck…where does the time go?
Been sitting here staring at an unopened bottle of Jack Daniels that my college bestie bought for me.
We were gonna go through the police academy together.
Now I’m living by the shore of a lake and I have no idea what she’s up to since she hasn’t spoken a word to me in five years.
If not for the fact that I work tomorrow, I’d probably drain the bottle.
But I have to have some sense of professionalism.
…I miss my Dad. Other friends and family I’ve lost.
I’m tired.
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Cadrewolf2
03:40 Feb 27 2025
Have a drink to the past, than move on to the future, sorry for all