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My Dad is a Cop in FL

I usually don’t tell my friends what my dad does because he is an undercover narcotics cop in FL.  He rarely talks about his job and for the most part, doesn’t seem to bring it home with him.  However, after a really long night on the job last week, he started to talk about drugs with me at breakfast.  Now, I’ll drink beer (unbeknownst to dad, of course) but I’d never touch drugs.  Ever.  Well, he’s smarter than me and knows the signs I guess because he told me that if he ever thought I had a problem, he would send me to a Florida alcohol treatment center in a heartbeat.

I kind of laughed it off but man, he was serious. He talked about how young some of the kids were that he help bust (never giving any details of course) and you can tell it weighed on his mind.  I told him rehab was for quitters jokingly, and he said in Florida drug rehab was no joke in the law’s eyes; it saves people’s lives every day, especially young people who have a chance to change their life. He was serious.  I decided right then that alcohol treatment centers Florida had to offer were never seeing my face:  I stopped drinking.

 

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