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“Dirt Road Anthem” Jason Aldean
    Walker
     
    “Seriously, man. We have done nothing for the last couple weeks, except sit here and play Halo on our nights off,” Derek whined, as he opened the fridge to forage for something to eat. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to the game; I was on a killing spree, and had no intention of stopping.
    “Triple Kill” the television called out , as Derek slammed a cupboard door shut.
    “You realize you don’t even have any food in your apartment right?”
    “Why would I need it? Mom’s shop is downstairs; just write down whatever you take, so she knows what to mark off on the list when I get to paying her each month,” I mentioned not taking my eyes off the screen.
    It had been a long couple of months in the academy. Fucking hard work, but I graduated top of my class and was instantly hired on by the local department. Sheriff Ramsey took an immediate liking to me at the department, and since we were such a small group, things happened a little faster for me then if I would have been hired on in a larger county. Like there was ever any doubt that I wouldn’t be working for them; it was my dream since I was four, and everyone in town knew it. Basically, I had everything going for me; a job with advancement opportunities, my own place above Mom’s cafe, and some new friends from training. I was living a great life, even if it was still broken from Carmen walking out on me. Girls are nothing but trouble. But shit, I would give anything for a specific trouble making one to walk back into my life again.
     
     
    I pull ed into the station and parked my patrol car in the designated spot. Grabbing my hat from the passenger seat, I climbed out and opened the back door for my search and rescue dog Waylon to hop out. “Let’s go boy,” I said while shutting the door and heading over to the back entrance to the station.
    Punching in the code to the lock on the back door , I motioned for Waylon to head inside as he barreled down the hallway for the front desk. The ladies who answer the phones always had treats for the little mooch, and he would lay behind their counter all day, basking in the love and attention they showered upon him. Life was easy being a dog; eat, sleep, and maybe do a little work. He only went out on calls with me maybe once every other month, and the other times he spent being lazy in the office. Don’t get me wrong, I love my job this is all I’ve ever wanted to do in life but there was always that little voice in the back of my mind yelling, that I was settling. There was never much excitement in this town, and I knew that from the beginning. Thinking of Carmen living in the city, amongst all the activity, made me a little jealous of her, being able to just up and leave this place.  I wouldn’t leave the small town life for the big city world. I just had to accept the slower pace of this town. This was my future, and I needed to accept it.
     
     
    “Hey Mason, the review board wants to head out and run some drills with Waylon this morning. Can you be ready in fifteen?” Sheriff Ramsey announced as he walked into the backroom.
    “Not a problem , Sheriff,” I said, as I shuffled through some paperwork on my already crowded desk.
    “Where is that mutt , anyway?”
    “I think Gloria brought in doughnuts this morning ,” I snickered, while Sheriff Ramsey shook his head. Some dogs were rewarded with ropes, balls, and maybe even something squeaky. Not Waylon. The only way that dog was ever going to do anything, was with food. He almost didn’t make it through training, and to be completely honest, I was panicked when the department placed us together.
    No one wanted that dog, and I just happened to be with Sheriff Ramsey one day at the training facility , talking with other officers, when that big brown