I want to tell you a short story. But I should think of a name first. Ali? Abu? No. Too typical. John? Okay?
Okay. John was a best friend of mine since I was six years old. He was like my big brother at that time. We do lots of good and bad thing together. I remember stealing comic books and fishing hooks at Uncle Ishak shop back when we were in standard four. Even worse when we got caught bullying the principal's son in standard six.
I then went to the boarding school but he choose to continue his study at my hometown school. Being home wasn't helping a lot for guy like John. He started to get into drugs and illegal race. And even bad he started to drink and fight. His academic performance was awful.
After the Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia, John didn't manage to get himself into any university. So he decided to go out looking for a job. That's when he saw the police interview advertised in the newspaper. He phoned me. Asking whether I interest in the police job. I rejected him. Telling him my mom won't let me. John then try his luck. And luckily he success.
John was working under the narcotic department somewhere in Sabah and recently got caught for bribery and misconduct charges.
Stop provoking. Stop condemning. Think outside the box (wtf!!).
Here. Read my lips.