You may see me on Michigan Avenue, tending to my flock of confused tourists and oblivious shoppers. If I am not busy chasing down a shoplifter, a purse snatcher, or my skirt-chasing partner, say hello. I do not bite.
The walls do have eyes and ears my friends. You might just be intrigued by what I have to say. I am not the alpha or the omega. I do not speak the international language of love and I do not turn the other cheek but I understand the need for open dialogue with law enforcement.
I am simply a Chicago Police Officer. I am Officer Wayward and yes, I will carry on. And by the way, if you ever decide to take a picture with me to show the folks back in Pigsknuckle, Arkansas, make sure my fly isn't open.