from an anonymous URL:
a month? It's been twenty eight days now....and I don't remember what sleep is anymore. Night in and night out pounding the streets, protecting those who would be victims... it's an ever increasing tide of crime, and I feel it's water rising around me... threatening to pull me and this city under.
I don't know if anyone else can feel this... I didn't expect it to be here... this weight. A weight from deep within myself, purging up from a need to help those who can not help themselves...and it's a weight that never ends.
Even now as I type this, my police scanner constantly shouts at me another threat to this city, and I feel I must act.
Weight or no weight...this is my choice and my destiny to bear. ....And I guess I shouldn't say I don't remember sleep. I have found that the floor underneath my desk at the day job is more comfortable than you might think....Too bad I got this today, here's a photo....
Anybody hiring right now? Day shift only.
- Vigil
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