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A somewhat general sort of description kind of thing:
Charlie was good at only two things: shooting a gun and driving fast. Cops get to be on a team with a bunch of other guys and wear the same uniforms like in football. Law enforcement would be like hanging around friends all the time without any girls telling you what to do, always saying, "Why are you doing that? Why don't you be with me?" Helping others starts with helping yourself, he thought. All he had to do was turn twenty-one, the minimum age to be a cop. Until then, living in Florida in the seventies, there was plenty of time to grow up.
Why I wrote this particular story:
Law enforcement is a career like no other.
Rarely do you get a honest explanation of what it takes to become a cop. You're told you have to be a good boy scout, an upstanding citizen, polite, get good grades, be confident but not judgmental, command presence but not be overbearing, and most of all, be truthful. There's no such person.
It isn't like a regular job. You're part of a family, part of a team, regardless of your private life. Your previously private life doesn't matter. Now when you go to parties, you'll hang out in the corner with other cops and talk cases or, rather, bitch about your department. While considering a career in law enforcement, details such this would be good to know. That, along with one young man's experience of growing up, is why I wrote this book.