…nts where we’d cuss each other out over locking the front door by the knob instead of the deadbolt, that we’d still remember there was no place we’d rather be and surely no one we’d rather be nowhere with. I wanted that. When I was young. And if there’s one thing I’m not anymore, it’s that.
Every time I see officers surrounding an individual who needs protection, I will interfere. Every fucking time. I will interfere like a middle-eastern mother-in-law. It is my duty as a physician. As a human. It is my duty to hold those people responsible for their actions. I can take a beating, thank-you. I will never ever ever ever walk by silently. Ever, fuckers. Pick on schizophrenics, you are picking on me.