Meeting up with old friends is one of the joys of life I've come to find. My Prom Date and I went out last night to catch up after 7 years of not seeing each other. We had a blast after he got all the stories of the horrors he has had to see while on the job. He is an NYC Police Officer, has seen so many babies dead. The last one he took out of a mop bucket 8 months old, the boyfriend could not sleep so he killed his own flesh and blood. It is depressing, but it is part of the job. We talked for hours about his move, about how we were when we were younger. And how still after all this time how well we get along. I guess I'm saying that I have a new respect for the boys in blue, knowing what they really have to see on a daily basis.
