I just found this notebook in my desk in my apartment.  I'd forgotten about it, and only just reread what I'd written.  It's been an humbling experience, being here over the past few months.  It hasn't broken me, not as I'm now sure my old Captain believed it would, but it hasn't been easy.
 
I've caught a person or two, but nowhere near a many as I used to before I transfered here.  The criminals here, they're a more slimy brand, they seem to slip through my fingers often.  Thugs line the streets as much as law abiding citizens, and not all law abiding citizens dress well and maintain their appearance.  Most of them look just like any other thug, and it's made for paranoia on my part.  I hardly know whether to greet someone or take out my cuffs.
 
I think I need to step things up.  I've started going out on patrol, making unofficial circuits through the city and, in all honesty, not following the letter of the law as far as privacy goes.  I've found a few doors open after following a suspect, and... I'm ashamed to say, I've rooted through a few documents.  By god, I will take some of the crap off of these streets if it ruins me.