I recognize that the career draws applicants from a certain psychological pool. Garrett came from somewhere near the shallow end. - Eric Garcia

“We had a good day,” Tig said, slapping me on the back.
“Got a whole mess of ’em, didn’t we? Two fifty-eight confirmed.”
“Forget the numbers. You woke up this morning, and you’re going to sleep tonight. In my book, that’s a good day.”
In recent months, I have adopted Tig’s philosophy.

Due to the nature of my profession, I’ve been around death quite a lot, and while I’m not exactly on a first-name basis with the Reaper, we’ve exchanged business cards enough times to give each other a friendly nod when we pass by on the job.

When Melinda filed for divorce, she wrote down only two words as her reason for seeking a dissolution of our two-year marriage: Incontrovertibly self-absorbed. Or is that three words? No matter. The question I have is: Did she mean me or her?