Wolverine

I am fast approaching my second month as an animal control officer. Every night I come home to my wonderful wife and dog and I feel like exploding. I am full of stories. I am full of emotion. I am brimming, but I am stuck.

This is the most serious job I have ever had. I am dealing with real tragedy daily. I haven't yet figured out how to use these stories creatively without cheapening them. There is humor too, and I can see it. If I have any gift at all it is being able to find laughter in the disheartening, but I think it will be a while before it comes to the surface.

There is real evil in the world, and it shows itself in the form of neglect, indifference, and ignorance. To quote a favorite song of mine "Evil don't look like anything." I understand that sentiment in a strange and frightening new way.