Every other weekend my partner at Corrections Heaven is a retired police officer - a former sergeant actually. We'll call him... Goodolwhiteboy, shall we?
I took the liberty of recording Goodolwhiteboy's comments for the first twenty minutes of our shift last night. Here they are, without context:
"Are we still doing those fuckin' extra head counts?"
"Fuckin' smokers; pain in the ass."
[yawns loudly] "Fuck."
"NO! You're too fuckin' old!"
"Jesus Christ; Fuckin' pain in the ass..."
"All I do... Pain in the ass."
"There's enough smokes in here for a fuckin' army!"
"Don't be fuckin' saucy! I'm not in the mood for this shit!"
That was the first twenty minutes of a twelve-hour shift. Multiply this by 36 and you get an idea of the soundtrack to which I attempt to write. Now you know why my characters swear so much.
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