Street King - Heman Style

Let's face facts, I hate my job. It's not that it is bad per se, but I am sitting in a cube. Where is the fun in that? With that in mind it has made my longing for more out of life downright dangerous. I have come so close to being kidnapped by the lure of a better life and a box of peanut brittle at least four times. Last night my neighbor who is one of LA's finest, let me know that I still have sixteen months to join the force. The cut off is 35. My neighbor recently retired from the Narcotics division, but his wife is also be on the force and just so happens to be a recruiter. It is like I am Prince Adam and I just found the Power Sword. Oh, and did I mention that I was told most officers with decent writing skills climb the ranks the fastest? Oh, oh, I forgot the best part of this story, my neighbor is Jewish. A Jewish police officer? Sounds like I just entered another dimension. Up is down, left is right. Dreams do come true. If I join now I might be able to work vice in Hollywood with Orko. I have the power!!!!!!
*Seriously thinking about it.