Black coffee tastes like shit. I wondered why I was even addicted to the crap. I had no reasons but only the sense that it was an expectation of my persona.
I lost 50 of them that day and that is why I had to leave. They blamed me, shamed me and threw me out to the dogs. Heck! I blamed myself. There were so many other ways life could've dealt me that hand but alas fate is once written and frequently fulfilled.
"PC Remi blamed for incompetence as bank robbery gets out of control." Hello. I am officer Phillipe Remi, ex-cop French P.D., Marseille, France and I let innocent people die during a bank heist in 1972. I couldn't stay and had to leave. Escape Marsielle. Escape France. Escape Myself. I am now a resident of Cutter Bay, Florida and this is my story.