The old chief stared up into the young rookie's eyes. And tried to recall something clever and wise. It's how many less accident scenes you must visit. You don't understand. We're greatly outnumbered, the drugs are the worst, the schools are like hell, and the streets, they are cursed.
Dealers are like damn roaches.
On the kids, they all prey, and even when arrested, they are out the next day. The old chief set his jaw, and tapped a red finger. And on the young cop, his eyes sadly lingered. They are won by the men who decide they can do it. I know there are dirtbags and scum who wish I were dead.