Just got back off leave. You gotta love family. As with anything if you don't love it you're gonna hate it. I love what I've learned with the service. No matter how much you want to just blast the things that piss you off, there are rules. You gotta respect that. I like having rules. My uncle used to say if there weren't any rules, we'd all be up in trees flinging our own crap at each other. He was a character, to say the least.
I confiscated some random stuff that was packed in with some contraband. The crook said it was an antique. He called it a "rubix cube". I've been playing with it here at the bar for a while. I thought I had it figured out earlier. Two sides done!, then for some reason, it all went to hell. I gotta get this thing into evidence, before I order another glass of juice...
