Image: friendlystock.com

Dear Police Recruit

Back in the day, my friend John and I would stay at the bar until closing, losing ourselves in each other’s playful antics on the dance floor. We often looked ridiculous, but we didn’t care. Years later, I heard John became a cop. When I saw him out at a bar, I excitedly ran over to tackle him (a common greeting among my friends and I) but then stopped dead in my tracks when I noticed it. The alertness in his posture. The stiffness in his stance. His…

--

--

--

Social Worker fascinated by humans, hypocrisy, and how all shitshows lead to self-discovery.

Love podcasts or audiobooks? Learn on the go with our new app.

Recommended from Medium

Clueless Corporates — State Bank of India — Part one

The Triumph of the Will

10 quotes on climate and race

How Men Can Support Women Besides Not Harassing or Assaulting Them

Stranger in a strange land: Re-entering society from prison

God, Country, Corps

2017 Women in Tech Symposium & Athena Awards

Waking Up From Being “Woke”

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Janey Doe

Janey Doe

Social Worker fascinated by humans, hypocrisy, and how all shitshows lead to self-discovery.

More from Medium

A Message To My Parents

LIVING WHILE BLACK IN AMERICA

Woman in fighting stance wearing red boxing gloves.

Jewels, Gems & Gunpowder

Karen chronicles: the lost girls

Golden retriever with suspicious look on its face.