The name’s Ranch. Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.
I feel I’m going insane juggling all these cases at once. The investigation towards the chaotic drug cartel infesting the West has been a tough one to deal with. They’re so horribly unpredictable, and their lousy goons keep exploding when I finally get my hands on them to pry intel out of them. In all my days as a detective I have never had to deal with such an crazy, spontaneous group, which frustrates and confounds me to absolutely no end.
Not to mention I still have my personal case to crack…Not that it’s any clearer than the aforementioned case. There’s a persisting, consuming feeling inside me telling me there was more to that night than the fucking jury could even begin to see. I know myself well enough to know that I wouldn’t cause harm to anyone- absolutely anyone, especially those I cared and loved about. Especially Laura.
At least, that’s the way I felt then.
But enough about that, now. Lately I haven’t been feeling much like myself. Whatever that means. I haven’t felt like myself in so long, I won’t even bother counting the years it’s been since I last felt alive. I figure that I gotta get my head outta my own ass with these two intense cases I’ve been dying over and start thinking about the world at a larger scale. I haven’t been keeping up much with news and the sort other than the Bandera Weekly Paper (which is just a collection of sappy news stories I don’t bother with), so it’ll be interesting to see how humanity’s been doing so far.
I don’t have high hopes, I know how the nature of man and woman alike really is- I know no matter how much time has passed, it’s going to be the same story. People are scum. Life isn’t fair, and people will do whatever it takes to get what they need.
You just have to adapt to this mentality and adopt it to survive in this life.
I’ll just be sharing my thoughts on the worldly matters I evaluate. No matter what I see though, I know nothing will come as a surprised.
Predictable.
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