“Yeah, well, so are we all,” Leon said. “I mean, except for that alleged zombie friend of yours.” And D and his freakazoid family. “We just gotta do the best we can. Learn from our mistakes and go on.”
A barmaid came and Leon ordered a beer and a couple of shots of whiskey. It was definitely going to be one of those kinds of nights. He never thought he’d wind up in this kind of position, especially not after he finally quit the force. “You’re alive, so now you gotta figure out where you fucked up and try not to do it again. But beating yourself up over it is the worst thing you can do. You get too caught up in your own head and get muddled up. You do that and you’ll miss what really went wrong.”