So, I am tired, working way to much I know. Time seems to be dragging not passing quicker. Days go by slow. People getting weirder. Work was tough the last few days. 2 domestic assaults, gang fights, todays, we found out after the police got there, they had automatic weapons in their truck. An assault on a juvenile child, simply over a gang initiation. Auto burglaries, 3 in two days. So, makes me wonder how tomorrow is going to be. I have a feeling its just beginning, and thats not good :( But yet I keep going. I keep thinking how much my girls need me to keep going. Makes it all worth it, doesnt it?
