It's just the nature of life and most often the nature of my job.
There are days when I do want to ram my Glock into someone's mouth and squeeze the trigger. Possibly while yelling... "The safety is my brain and it wants you dead."
Yes, I know, I can't do that. It's frowned upon by the code of conduct and, well, the law. But some days and some people... they really have it coming.
I came across one recently.
The person is still alive. I'm not sure if that's going to be an ongoing state of affairs though. It all depends if they cross my path again and if I 'see' a gun in his/her hand, sure as looking at you all bets are off if I think I see a weapon.
Meanwhile I'm piddling about at home trying not to take this mood out on the kid or the rock star - because they don't deserve to wear this. They are not in the habit of lying to a federal agent. Nor are they drama queens of the highest order who can't get through the goddamn day without making everything all about them. Did I mention I don't like being lied too?
Okay, that feels better.
Just to make sure I think I'll take my rifle to the range and I'll print some targets before I go... always more fun if the target looks like someone.
Meanwhile - how goes things for you?