Nine years ago today, I called my wife. I had taken the last four hours of the shift off, so I could go home and go to bed early, so I would be awake fresh and early for her birthday.
I didn't make it. I had a late call.
I called her four hours after I was suppose to be home.
I was being interviewed by Homicide Detectives.
I had been in a long fight. A man tried to take my gun.
It is her measuring stick for bad birthdays.