p style="-tw-border-spacing-x: 0; -tw-border-spacing-y: 0; -tw-translate-x: 0; -tw-translate-y: 0; -tw-rotate: 0; -tw-skew-x: 0; -tw-skew-y: 0; -tw-scale-x: 1; -tw-scale-y: 1; -tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; -tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; -tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; -tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); -tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; -tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; -tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; -tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; line-height: 1.7em; margin: 0px 0px 1.7em; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;"Another morning goes by. Cruising down the barren empty corners of the vast mall alone. Protect. Observe. Report. What does that even mean anymore? What does that say to a man like me? Am I a man? Am I even real? Without Maya, it's just getting harder to exist. To cope and grapple with the nothingness and bitterness of the day. To fight for what's right in times tougher than most./p
p style="-tw-border-spacing-x: 0; -tw-border-spacing-y: 0; -tw-translate-x: 0; -tw-translate-y: 0; -tw-rotate: 0; -tw-skew-x: 0; -tw-skew-y: 0; -tw-scale-x: 1; -tw-scale-y: 1; -tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; -tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; -tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; -tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); -tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; -tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; -tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; -tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; line-height: 1.7em; margin: 1.7em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;"Is my love for security fading? Is it in need of a break-in? A crook? A criminal? Just anything to finally battle but myself? No. Safety is what matters and if everyone's safe, I am as well. Riding my Segway into the opening of a vibrant tough shopping center ready to pounce on me with torrents of harsh monstrous customers and families that want nothing to do with me. Because I am alone. I am meant to be alone. Even if Maya never calls I know she'll be there in spirit. Dancing with my mother and feasting on our daily bread we call pie. A bite out of our hearts that are already broken and in need of that sweet buttery love to tie it all back together in ways that just aren't possible. In ways that just can't be done. Ways that will never mean anything because nothing means anything./p
p style="-tw-border-spacing-x: 0; -tw-border-spacing-y: 0; -tw-translate-x: 0; -tw-translate-y: 0; -tw-rotate: 0; -tw-skew-x: 0; -tw-skew-y: 0; -tw-scale-x: 1; -tw-scale-y: 1; -tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; -tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; -tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; -tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); -tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; -tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; -tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; -tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; line-height: 1.7em; margin: 1.7em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;"My life. A bitter pill of nothing. An act on Broadway and a shadowy dance all for no one. A performance that means nothing and is nothing. A fading quest to protect what's right. To find meaning it slowly disappears and haunts what's left. The pieces of my corrupted badge and the world I call justice. A world that has crumbled and stalled. A world that like me is looking for sugar. Searching for energy to get itself back up and heal its broken wounds. Digging for Power to keep it going and to keep itself alive. Sugar as many of us know is the beast that keeps the man going but love is the peanut butter that fills the heart and without Maya where is the love to face the demons that tear into the flesh of the men that protect us? That protects me. Because let's face it. I'm not a protector. I'm just a fat cop on a Segway. Driving along. Giving people citations, picking up trash, trying to help lost kids, and looking for love as I reach out for the nearest candy bar in sight. At the theatre at the store, wherever, sugar is what I need and love is what we seek instead of the justice that keeps the world awake./p
p style="-tw-border-spacing-x: 0; -tw-border-spacing-y: 0; -tw-translate-x: 0; -tw-translate-y: 0; -tw-rotate: 0; -tw-skew-x: 0; -tw-skew-y: 0; -tw-scale-x: 1; -tw-scale-y: 1; -tw-scroll-snap-strictness: proximity; -tw-ring-offset-width: 0px; -tw-ring-offset-color: #fff; -tw-ring-color: rgb(59 130 246 / 0.5); -tw-ring-offset-shadow: 0 0 #0000; -tw-ring-shadow: 0 0 #0000; -tw-shadow: 0 0 #0000; -tw-shadow-colored: 0 0 #0000; line-height: 1.7em; margin: 1.7em 0px; color: #222222; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: #fefefe; clear: none !important;"Love is what we do it for. Loving the job. Love of the world. Money? It comes by but a Mall cop's salary is low these days. Decreasing and going down like an obese man diving right into an assailant while a meaningful quest fades away I go to each store trying to socialize and find my place and no one wants me dead or alive. Sad or happy. Just gone. Like my daughter and everything that brought me into this pointless world.../p