felt like a child's toy--Sit and Spin. About fifteen minutes later we decided to leave. When I returned to my car I discovered my front windshield had been smashed and someone had defecated on my front seat.
             Needless to say I found dealing with people's bad attitudes and their pre-conceived notions about me to be spiritually maddening. I already had enough difficulty retaining my composure while intervening in all their worst nightmares. Every situation was a blooming crisis, and I was the one who had to sort it all out. High stress levels from everyone involved compounded the burden of adversity Tempers flared up quickly and inevitably were directed at me! It began to feel as if every call I responded to deteriorated into a pissing contest. I had bottles and rocks thrown at me for simply pulling into a driveway. I had lit cigarette butts flicked in my face. I was tired of going home scratched and bruised up from struggling with a resistive suspect. I grew weary of my ears ringing with colorful expletives that were shouted in my face such as "ass-holed sellout" and "conformist *censored*bird."
             I eventually decided that only six-year-olds liked cops. Everyone else pre-judged and hated us.
             The working conditions were also torturous. Not only were the hours long and tedious, I found myself constantly subjected to unimaginable hazards. I lived in fear that I would contract some horrible disease from a drug dealer or street person. Once I arrested a sixteen year old prostitute who tried to stab me with a syringe. I learned later that the
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