what the hell is this about?

Several friends have embarked on their own P365 journey but as I have no camera nor an eye for photography I've decided to try to complete "a doodle a day" for an entire year. Most will be in my little Derwent A5 sketch book but some could end up being from the corner of some document or scribbled on a newspaper. As the year progresses I will try my hand at inking them as well?

If some of them don't make sense, don't worry, they're probably not meant to. You may notice there will be certain themes along the way and if you know me you'll know why.

I hope you enjoy.

Okay, here goes, every day til I'm 39.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Day #293 - Hank Morgan


Just like his brother Van he wanted serve, but unlike Van he wasn't looking for adventure, Van went to the military (the most dangerous occupation in the world) and Hank went into the law enforcement industry (the safest occupation in the world).

Law enforcement enrolment suffered a massive decline around the year 2100, in fact, it took almost totally anarchy before the government stepped in. In the 21st century Central America lost its Local Law Enforcement through assassination surrounding the drug industry, this opened the floodgates and the adjoining states of America started losing local law enforcement officers the same way, as the pay was fairly low the risk was too high for most. All that was left was the easily corruptible and the spineless.

The introduction of the total body armour uniforms and a license to kill saw the job of a policeman become highly sought after, the body armour was impervious to all things, even radiation. It would not be uncommon to see Police officers in their mid to late 80s and 90s.

Although the pay was still very low the benefits easily balanced the ledger, the government took out contracts with local fast food franchises to supply all meals as they had to feed their staff 24/7. There were 5 major food and beverage chains at which any officer at any time of the day or night could enter and have their pick of the menu, unfortunately the menus were very bland but they did provide every meal if you weren't picky.

Hank had a sweet life, his closest friend was Raj the local Pizza House owner, Hank spent most evenings there dining, his personal life was about service though, he had no time for a significant other nor a pet. The closest he came to family (apart from Van) was a little cactus that he kept in his living room, he would keep it in the kitchen but he doesn't have a kitchen as he has no need for storing food. His apartment was a one roomer, bed in the corner, one window, a reclining sofa chair and a view-screen, he had a bathroom in a small attached en suite.

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