Ennui or Not to Be

Things never quite turn out as we expect them to be and for patrolman Geley Fammin the grinding hours of dealing with human stupidity was not what he signed up for when he decided to become a cop. Three years out of the academy and already jaded, disgusted, tuned out; to the lives of everyday people. The only relaxing moments in his life were not at home with his wife, Linda, but rather at the bar, a typical cop shop two blocks from his precinct or in the squad room with the only other people in the whole damned city who knew what it was like to wear the blue.

Sitting in his cruiser and listening to the crackle of the radio, he cursed the politicians and the brass who deemed it economical and efficient to place officers in patrol cars without a partner. Spending the entire shift with nobody to talk to left him with only his imagination to keep him company during the tedious hours. "Funny", he thought to himself, "you punish a piece of shit scumbag by putting him in solitary and here I am dealing with the same fuckin bullshit."

Geley liked the night shift. Night was better than day because he felt invisible. Like he could just sneak up on someone doing something stupid and surprise the shit outta him, but that never happened. Things were pretty routine and his precinct never was known for getting a lot of heat.
Reaching over for a sip of tepid coffee he heard dispatch calling out to him with a 10-53, Vehicular accident-hit and run, EMT already notified and en rout to the scene. Lights on, no siren, Geley pushed his car in the direction of the address that dispatch had given him. He was about twenty blocks away and he figured he would be there in about six minutes. As he crossed Columbus avenue he spotted a cabbie running a light that had just turned red. "You got lucky this time, buddy", He mumbled to himself. "Any other time and I'd be pulling you over and citing you for that."
He pulled up at the scene before the ambulance arrived and he noticed that the gawkers had already started to gather. About a dozen people were standing outside a bistro. In the middle of the street lay a body, sprawled out on the asphalt; face up yet bent at that awkward angle that never seems natural and staring at the night time sky. More flashing lights and the EMT unit arrived. "Good", he thought, "at least I don't have to deal with the body". Walking over towards the crowd, a middle aged man dressed in kitchen whites came up to him and directed him in heavily accented English towards the restaurant. Gely walked into the shop and saw the pale, tear stained face of a young woman who was sitting at a table next to the entrance. He walked up to her, introduced himself and mentally prepared himself for a long night of taking down the details and trying to make sense of yet another situation that would never quite give him the answer to the question of why he did what he did everyday of his life.

Me no doin anymore of this.