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No nonsense rookie investigator James finds himself pursuing his old friend Mike, an ambiguous and at times highly unlikable élite -- in many ways James' opposite. The motivations of those who elect to be members of the authority and put their lives in danger and those who claims of liberal guilt, empathy and concern for civil rights are muddied by destructive and selfish behavior. A straight laced father turned cop with a reckless past marked with some dark spots questions morality, legality and order attempting to navigate among over-educated but under-moralized intellectuals vacillating between the equivocating figures like Camus or Capote. Too clever by half 1%-ers, junkie technologists and unapologetic hedonists populate a world James desperately tries to make some sense out of. cop[2]

old friends find themselves on opposite sides of a murder investigation. cop[1]

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Pre-posted with (my own) permission from Chowbacca! The desert's quiet and Cleveland's cold, so the story ends we're told: Friends don't let friends vote stone-age.

"Those who save, win." That's a nice idea, Dad, but when you can't save, you've lost before you even get started. I could save, then again I choose not to. I don't deserve comfort.

It's hard to be a writer and artist and musician with "Oh, Comely" existing in the world. It's like being Salieri to Mozart, except I havent written a single song.

I really think I am getting to the end of my fucking rope with this "career". It's pointless, I'm bored, I don't add anything to the world and I don't do anything for my fellow human being. That's all.