I am two men, bright and dark. I suppose we all are, but for me it's much more real, much more polarizing, because I've lived in both worlds. After all, before I was a cop, I was on the street for ten years—and let's just say, I survived on more than wits. But Bruno saw something in me, another side, and took me under his wing, changing my life in a day. One day, like the flick of a switch. No one thought to wean me off the street. They just shut it down.
When they took my badge away, they kicked the switch over. The other side of me is starting to wake up. I feel him stretching his legs, wanting to walk the streets again. He’s itching to get out. He’s been switched off too long.
The street side of me constantly tugged at the cop side, but my badge was there to strengthen my resolve. Now it’s gone. Tant pis. I’m tired of fighting myself.
Maybe it’s time I stopped being half a man and got reacquainted with the other side of me.
