little toy gun

when I was 5 maybe 6 right after my mother's funeral I was given a little toy gun and told to protect my loved ones. I would pretend to shoot cops for my father as he got away from them. Now being almost 22 I realized I would've been shot by the police if I tried to shoot them for my dad. furthermore looking back I did at one point love my father...

... now I work to catch him with the very people I pretended to shoot...

... the police are my real family