"This is it, this is what I was meant to do," he thought, his teal eyes glimmering through the kevlar pads gripping him tightly. Quickly, like a domesticated species finally grasping it's original self preservation instinct, those eyes of his locked completely on the holstered 9mm sidearm in the NYPD's sweatstained shoulder holster.
...He had decided it was over for him, for the himself, that he used to be.
NYC Half & Half
Proper Partying
1/2 shot Jameson & Bailey's - drop into 1 pint of Guinness
Away and Up
Cutting a swath through the puffy sheep
