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Tom Tarkanian
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Date Posted: 08:51:43 04/19/09 Sun
It's 6:40 am and I'm assigned to the HSU. The gatehouse had just cleared the count. As I kill some time before I get relieved, I look over the ward. They look so peaceful and serene. Some lying in the fetal position, they remind me of harmless children. It's at this time that I realize how thankful I am that I have forgiven these patients for their minor indescretions. After all, they're no different than the rest of us. Sometimes I even get angry at the courts for sentencing them to a life of misery. I just want to put my hand on their shoulder and say, "it's ok, I'm with you." As I reflect on these things, I hear a howl coming from downstairs. I wonder what the hell is going on with this NEADS program when the relieving officer arrives and informs me that the howling isn't a dog, it's officer Gibson. Well, "that's just wonderful" I say. Why would anyone want to disturb this ward. Obviously, some of the patients are becoming annoyed by this and who could blame them? As I get to the gate, I give this fool, Gibson, the dirtiest look I can muster. I am by no means a confrontational person, but this fruitcake has pushed me to the limit. Now he may stink like a dog and look like a dog but I know that he's no dog. When I come in to work tonight, I'm going to tell my friends on the ward about the dirty look that I gave officer Gibson and we'll all have a chuckle.
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