I was just damaged, an abandoned car on the side of the road waiting on vandals or a tow truck, whichever came first and concerned about neither. Did I make it look easy? Why hell, no. But at least I was still giving something back to people I didn’t know, and all at the low, low price of my sanity and a shitload of insurance report copies. Such is life.
(Relax! So many years have passed and I’m MUCH better now, as you can see.)
(Epilogue: The man that came by to blow me out of my spider hole that night was more than a man, he was a mentor. He cared. He got me out of that shitbox funk, but only because his tools used in doing so came from the same place I got mine: Personal experience. Columns like this are vague, but very direct teachers to those in the know. Hang in there, brothers and sisters. Damn few left.)
• Alex Teach is a police officer of nearly 20 years experience. The opinions expressed are his own. Follow him on Facebook at facebook.com/alex.teach.