My first thought when I saw the topic was, 'Someone's going to do away with himself.' Glad I was wrong.
The closest I ever was to being a policeman was briefly being a Pinkerton man...and now that the laughter has subsided, I will continue.
I've always thought police work must be akin to spending one's career wading knee-deep through human garbage, so I salute you for your service. My first response was, please don't grow a beard. But the subsequent post about 'you'll be back at the station house' got me thinking. So my amended advice is, DON'T go back. Grow a beard. Flirt with hippie girls. Read Democrat blogs. Listen to rap music.
Okay, that last bit about rap music is a bit extreme, but you get the idea. Life ain't a rehershal, so now's the time to see what act III has to offer instead of replaying act II