Well, here I go.

Whatever is going to happen is going to happen. At a certain point I just shut off. You have to. Wish me luck. I do wish I could talk to my dad right now. I don't know why I'm thinking of this, but I remember when I was first a cop, my dad was so excited. My mom was freaking out, but my dad was excited. He bought a scanner so he could try and listen to my radio calls. I was good on the radio, maybe I should do dispatch. Sadly, it's not enough money. I have to go now; you'll know when I know.