Backwoods Michigan, it was like the Hatfields and McCoys.
Meanwhile back in the city, one of Detroit's finest citizens put a gun to my head and told me I better save the guy I was working on, that he shot no less, because the dude owed him money. When my partner slipped up and said the guy was already dead, homey did his damndest to make good on his threat, but thankfully his trigger finger wasn't as fast as my oxygen tank upside his head.
I won't get started on the medical calls that turned out to be domestics.
It's a phuq'd up world, chief.
