Anathema.

I arrested a scary dude for DUI one night. He had six knives taped to his body and a revolver rusted shut. I thought I was gonna get my ass kicked but he was so downtrodden I felt like crying instead. Blackjack = thirteen (13) ounces of lead sewn into eleven (11) inches of leather = compliance upon display = my best purchase in a long time. Everything beautiful is gone. What now?