Pr00ne
Many moon ago I was one of the senseless souls who walk our streets of an evening, feebly attempting to protect life and property. I spent many a weekend in the city centre, fighting, being abused and assaulted and with the help of my colleagues dragging a token few of the worst individuals into the nick.
Thankfully, I saw the light (blue) and left to be cossetted by the military. Life was (very) cushy by comparison; I went to war twice, but nothing ever compared to those Friday nights.