Ask two great shooters whether follow-through matters, and you'll get two confident, opposite answers. One will tell you it's essential — the foundation of a clean shot. The other will roll their eyes and say it's a myth invented by people who don't understand ballistics.

Here's the twist: neither of them is wrong. They're just talking about two completely different moments in time.

The Physics That Settles It

Start with the numbers, because they're the whole ballgame.

Tim Conrad — an engineer, former competitor, and member of the Shooting Sports Research Council for USA Shooting — measured exactly how fast a 10-meter air rifle shot unfolds. From the instant the trigger releases, the pellet is out of the muzzle in about 6 milliseconds — far less than the blink of an eye.

But here's the catch: the brain is slow. It takes the shooter's nervous system roughly 0.3 seconds — from the moment it recognizes a good sight picture to the moment the trigger finger actually moves — to make the shot happen. That's about 50 times longer than the pellet's time in the barrel.

Do the math and the pellet is already gone, by a comfortable margin, before you could ever consciously react to it. You are, quite literally, incapable of steering a pellet that's already left the barrel.

The Skeptic's Case

This is exactly the hill Bruce Zins planted his flag on. A 12-time national pistol champion, Zins has been blunt about it: there is no such thing as follow-through. Once the pellet exits, you have zero ability to influence where it goes — the laws of physics have already taken over, and your nervous system hasn't even caught up to what happened yet.

Tom Gaylord — the writer known as B.B. Pelletier, and something of the elder statesman of the airgun world — doesn't dispute the physics. Responding to a definition of follow-through as “continuing to apply the fundamentals of marksmanship until the bullet has exited the barrel,” Gaylord concedes the point entirely: under that definition, follow-through really is meaningless, because nobody can act with intention that fast. It's a strawman, and Zins is right to knock it down.

There's a bonus reason this holds especially true for air rifle: unlike a centerfire rifle, an air rifle barely recoils. Which kills off the other common justification for follow-through — the idea that you need to let the gun “settle back” onto the target after it kicks. In 10-meter air rifle, there's no kick to settle back from.

Why Coaches Keep Teaching It Anyway

So why does every coach on earth still preach follow-through?

Because they're not talking about the moment after the shot. They're talking about the 0.3 seconds before it.

Gaylord's actual definition of follow-through has nothing to do with steering a pellet in flight. It means maintaining your fundamentals — sight alignment, a steady hold, consistent trigger contact — all the way up to and through the instant the shot breaks. Don't flinch. Don't anticipate. Don't let your finger jump.

This turns out to be the real danger zone — though it's sharper and shorter than the 0.3-second figure implies. The pellet itself is in the barrel for only 6 milliseconds after the trigger breaks. What the 0.3-second reaction time actually explains is why anticipation is so dangerous: your brain can start “deciding” the shot is imminent up to three-tenths of a second beforehand, and a flinch that begins during that anticipatory window doesn't wait politely for the pellet to clear the barrel — it's already underway when the shot breaks. If you blink, collapse your position, or flick your trigger finger forward the moment you think you've fired, you're disturbing the rifle right as — or just before — the pellet makes its 6-millisecond trip down the barrel, and that absolutely will move your shot. The Preparatory Schools Rifle Association (PSRA) training manual backs this up directly, warning shooters not to yank the trigger finger away or flick it forward right after the break, for exactly this reason.

There's a second, quieter benefit to holding your position afterward, too: it lets you call the shot — read your own sight picture at the instant of firing and know, before you even see the target, roughly where the pellet went. That's diagnostic information, not correction. You're not fixing the shot in flight. You're learning from it.

The Bottom Line

Once you separate the before from the after, the whole argument dissolves.

• Post-exit follow-through is a fiction. The pellet is gone in 6 milliseconds — long before your brain can react — and in air rifle there's no recoil to manage afterward anyway.
• Pre-exit follow-through is real, and it's everything. It's about not letting anticipation — which can build for up to ~0.3 seconds before the shot — turn into a flinch that disturbs the rifle right as the pellet makes its 6-millisecond trip down the barrel.

So the next time a champion tells you follow-through is nonsense, they mean the first thing. The next time your coach tells you to follow through, they mean the second. Neither one is wrong — they're just standing on opposite sides of the same six milliseconds.

Somewhere in the United States tonight, a patrol officer will finish a shift, sit down at a terminal, and read an account of something they did a few hours earlier. The account will be fluent, chronological, written in the first person, and organised in the familiar grammar of a police report. It will describe what the officer saw, what the officer said, what the suspect did in reply. And the officer will not have written a word of it. A large language model will have assembled the narrative from the audio picked up by the body-worn camera clipped to the officer's chest, transcribed it, and returned a finished draft within minutes of the incident ending. The officer's job is now not to compose but to correct: to read the machine's version, fill in a few bracketed blanks, delete what is wrong, and then sign it as a sworn and truthful account of events. Once signed, that document becomes evidence. It may establish the probable cause for an arrest. It may be read to a jury. It may decide whether a defendant's version of events is believed or dismissed as a lie.

The tool most responsible for this shift is called Draft One, built by Axon Enterprise, the company that already dominates the American market for Tasers and body cameras. Since its launch in April 2024, it has spread across police departments from Oklahoma City to Fort Collins to Lafayette, promising to hand officers back the hours they lose to paperwork, and it has done so at a speed that has outrun almost every attempt to scrutinise it. Axon insists that a human remains in control at every step. But a growing chorus of researchers, defence lawyers, civil-liberties organisations and even prosecutors argues that something more fundamental is being quietly rearranged: the relationship between what an officer remembers, what a machine reconstructs, and what a court is ultimately asked to trust.

The Machine That Learned to Testify

The scale of the deployment is no longer experimental. Axon says that Draft One is now in use at roughly six hundred police departments, that it has produced something in the order of six hundred thousand reports, and that, on the evidence of the company's own customer surveys, it has saved an estimated three hundred thousand hours of officer time. The commercial trajectory matches the operational one: Axon reported that revenue from its artificial-intelligence products grew by more than seven hundred per cent year over year in the first quarter of 2026, against total quarterly revenue of $807 million. It is worth pausing on the provenance of that headline figure, because those three hundred thousand hours are not a measurement. They are an aggregation of what officers and their supervisors told the company they believed had happened, which is to say a survey of perception rather than a stopwatch, and the distinction will turn out to matter a great deal.

The mechanics of Draft One are, on their surface, unremarkable. Axon has long argued that officers spend a punishing share of their working lives writing reports; the company cites figures suggesting report-writing can consume up to forty per cent of an officer's time. Draft One is pitched as the remedy. Audio from an officer's body-worn camera is uploaded, transcribed automatically, and passed to a large language model built on a version of OpenAI's GPT-4 technology. Within seconds, the system produces a first-person narrative in the house style of a police report. Axon says the underlying model has been calibrated to suppress speculation and embellishment, and that it will not invent facts the audio does not contain.

The company has also engineered a set of deliberate friction points, apparently designed to keep the officer engaged rather than passive. Each generated draft is salted with bracketed placeholders, fill-in-the-blank prompts that an officer must either complete or delete before the report can be submitted. The intention is to force a human eye across every paragraph, to make it impossible to submit the machine's work without at least appearing to have read it. At the end sits the crucial ritual: the officer must review the narrative, attest to its accuracy, and sign it. Axon describes this as an “officer-in-the-loop” philosophy, a design in which the algorithm proposes and the human disposes. On paper, nothing has changed about accountability. The officer's signature still means what it has always meant, that the account below it is true to the best of their knowledge.

Axon has also mounted a defence of the product's quality, publishing its own research arguing that Draft One narratives are comparable to officer-written ones and that the company rigorously tests its models to reduce inherent bias before release. The firm's market position lends these assurances unusual weight. Because Axon already supplies the cameras that capture the footage, the evidence-management platform that stores it, and now the model that narrates it, a single vendor increasingly sits astride the entire evidentiary pipeline of an encounter, from the moment a camera is switched on to the moment a sworn report enters the case file. That vertical integration is precisely what makes independent scrutiny difficult, and it is why the question that will not go away matters so much: whether an officer's signature can still carry the same weight when the words above it were composed by something other than the person signing.

The Path of Least Resistance

To understand why researchers are uneasy, it helps to leave policing for a moment and consider a body of work in human-factors psychology that long predates generative artificial intelligence. For decades, researchers studying pilots, radiologists, air-traffic controllers and clinicians have documented a stubborn tendency they call automation bias: the inclination of human operators to over-trust an automated system, to defer to its output even when their own judgement, properly consulted, would contradict it. A closely related phenomenon, sometimes called automation complacency or cognitive offloading, describes what happens when people under time pressure allow a machine to do their thinking for them, quietly outsourcing not just the labour of a task but the vigilance it demands.

The literature is consistent about the conditions that make automation bias worse, and they read like a description of the average patrol shift. Heavy workloads intensify it. Tight deadlines intensify it. So does the sheer cognitive difficulty of verification: the harder it is to check a machine's work against an independent standard, the more likely a tired human is to simply accept it. Humans, as the research bluntly puts it, are cognitive misers. We prefer the simpler path. When a plausible, well-structured, grammatically clean narrative is already sitting on the screen, the effort required to reconstruct events independently, to close one's eyes and recall the smell of the room, the sequence of movements, the exact words exchanged, and to measure that memory against the text, becomes an act of discipline that a busy officer at the end of a long shift has every incentive to skip.

This is the specific risk that critics of AI-generated reports keep returning to. It is not, primarily, the danger that the model will hallucinate a fact, though that danger is real. It is that the mere existence of a fluent draft changes the psychology of the person meant to check it. Reviewing a document you did not write is a fundamentally different cognitive act from composing one. Editing tends to correct surface errors, awkward phrasing, an obvious factual slip, while leaving the underlying structure and framing intact. The officer becomes a proofreader of their own memory, and the machine's version becomes the anchor against which everything else is judged. The report is no longer a reconstruction of what happened; it is a lightly amended transcript of what a language model inferred from a microphone.

The bracketed placeholders that Axon inserts are, in this light, a fascinating admission. They exist precisely because the company understands that officers might otherwise submit a draft without reading it, and they are engineered as a kind of cognitive forcing function, a deliberate obstacle intended to compel attention. But the human-factors research offers a sobering caution about such measures. Forcing functions can raise the floor of engagement without raising its ceiling; an officer who dutifully fills in a blank about the make of a vehicle or the time of an arrest has demonstrated that they scanned the surrounding text, not that they measured its substance against an independent memory of the encounter. Compliance with a prompt is easily mistaken for scrutiny of a claim. The blanks confirm that the officer read the sentence; they cannot confirm that the sentence is true. And because the placeholders draw the eye toward discrete, checkable facts, they may paradoxically steer attention away from the softer and more consequential elements of a narrative, the framing of a suspect's demeanour, the ordering of events, the inference of intent, which is exactly where a language model's interpretive choices do their quiet work and where an error is hardest to catch.

Two Witnesses Collapse Into One

The most articulate version of this concern belongs to the American Civil Liberties Union, and in particular to Jay Stanley, a senior policy analyst with the organisation's Speech, Privacy, and Technology Project, who authored a November 2024 white paper urging departments not to adopt the technology. Stanley's central argument is deceptively simple, and it turns on the idea of evidence as something that must be independent to be valuable.

In the ordinary course of policing, Stanley points out, an encounter that ends up in court generates two distinct records. There is the body-worn camera footage, an imperfect and partial mechanical record that captures some things and misses others. And there is the officer's own account, reconstructed from memory and written into a report. These two records are valuable precisely because they are separate. When they corroborate each other, that agreement means something. When they diverge, the divergence is itself informative, an invitation to ask why the camera saw one thing and the officer remembered another. The friction between the two is a feature of the system, not a flaw.

Draft One, in Stanley's analysis, threatens to collapse that structure. If the police report is essentially an AI rehash of the body-camera audio, then the two records are no longer independent. You do not have a mechanical record and a human recollection that can be checked against each other; you have the mechanical record and a derivative summary of it, dressed in the first person and signed as though it were an independent memory. The corroboration becomes circular. Worse, the ACLU warns, human memory is not a fixed recording but a malleable, reconstructive process, and psychologists have shown for decades that exposure to an external account can reshape a person's recollection of an event. An officer who reads a machine's confident narrative before committing their own memory to paper may find that the narrative quietly overwrites what they would otherwise have recalled. The report does not just record the memory; it contaminates it. Stanley has argued that some of these problems are not merely difficult but, as he puts it, not even theoretically solvable, because you cannot un-ring the bell of having read the machine's version first.

There is a darker corollary that the ACLU has been careful to name. The same mechanism that can overwrite an honest memory can also launder a dishonest account. If an officer does something during an encounter that the camera's audio did not capture, an unjustified use of force framed as compliance, a search conducted without the basis later claimed, the machine cannot narrate what it never heard, and the officer is handed a clean, authoritative-sounding scaffold onto which a convenient version of events can be grafted. The report's machine provenance may even lend it a veneer of objectivity it has not earned. Written justifications for stops and searches exist in part so that supervisors can read them and detect when an officer has strayed beyond the limits of the law; a narrative optimised for fluency rather than candour makes that internal check harder, not easier.

The Draft That Vanishes

If the memory problem is philosophical, the transparency problem is brutally practical, and it is here that the Electronic Frontier Foundation has done its most damaging investigative work. In July 2025, EFF researchers Matthew Guariglia and Dave Maass published the results of a review of public records, user manuals and marketing materials from departments using Draft One, and their conclusion was blunt: the product appears designed to make itself impossible to audit.

The heart of the problem, as the investigators found it in the summer of 2025, was that Draft One did not preserve the draft it generated. In the standard workflow, an officer copied the AI-produced text and pasted it into the department's records system, and the original draft simply disappeared when the window closed. No version was retained showing what the machine had written before the human touched it. No record captured which sentences were the algorithm's and which were the officer's own. As the EFF documented, an Axon senior product manager acknowledged that the company does not store the original draft “by design,” explaining that “the last thing we want to do is create more disclosure headaches for our customers and our attorney's offices.” The deletion of the evidentiary trail, in other words, was not an oversight. It was a selling point.

The consequences ripple outward. When a finished report contains a biased phrasing, a factual error, a misinterpretation or an outright falsehood, there is no way to determine whether the officer or the algorithm introduced it. The audit trail that might allow a judge, a defence attorney, a supervisor or a member of the public to assess how the technology behaves simply does not exist. The EFF found that many departments could not even generate a list of which reports had been produced with Draft One; officers at one Indiana department reported that such reports were not searchable at all. One internal email unearthed by the investigation captured the institutional mood with unusual candour, an administrator writing that “we love having new toys until the public gets wind of them.” Without the ability to separate machine-authored text from human-authored text, the very research that might tell us whether these systems make policing more accurate or less, more biased or less, becomes impossible to conduct. Civil-liberties groups have made the deeper point that opacity of this kind does not merely frustrate researchers; it deprives communities and their elected representatives of the information they would need to decide whether they want the officers who serve them to use such tools at all.

That position has since shifted, and the shift deserves to be recorded as carefully as the original finding. In the release cycle spanning November and December of 2025, Axon added an original-draft retention capability to Draft One, allowing agencies in the United States to retain and later access the original, unedited narrative the model produced. The company's own documentation describes the feature as supporting “legislation that requires organizations to maintain the original AI-generated drafts associated with official police reports,” which is an unusually candid statement of cause and effect. The capability the company had said it deliberately omitted was built because lawmakers came to require it, not because the argument for an audit trail was finally won on its merits. Axon has added other instrumentation alongside it, a Draft One AI-Generated Drafts Report allowing preserved drafts to be exported, and audit-trail entries that record when a draft was requested, when the settings governing retention were altered, and when a draft was downloaded or deleted.

The improvement is real and should be acknowledged as such. But its shape matters as much as its existence. Retention is off by default, a choice Axon explains as being intended to avoid automatically storing drafts before an organisation has updated its policies or retention schedules, and it is switched on, if it is switched on at all, agency by agency. Only the unedited machine version is saved; the intermediate states through which an officer's editing passed are not. Each department decides for itself how long the drafts persist and whether they are purged alongside the associated evidence. What this produces is a patchwork rather than a guarantee. Whether the report in any given case has a preserved original now depends on which state the department sits in and which box an administrator happened to tick, and a defence lawyer cannot know the answer before asking. The absence of an audit trail has become a local policy choice rather than a product-wide certainty, which is unquestionably better than what came before. It is not the same thing as a uniform evidentiary record that a court can rely on being there.

What a Report Is Actually For

It is tempting to treat a police report as mere administrative residue, a bureaucratic formality generated after the real work of policing is done. It is nothing of the kind. In the machinery of American criminal justice, the incident report is one of the most consequential documents a state actor ever produces, and its influence begins early and never really ends.

A report frequently supplies the probable cause that justifies an arrest, the written articulation of facts that a magistrate relies upon to conclude that a crime likely occurred and that this person likely committed it. It shapes the charging decision a prosecutor makes. It becomes part of the discovery that the defence receives, and its contents can be read into evidence at trial. Under the constitutional obligations established by the Supreme Court in Brady v. Maryland and Giglio v. United States, prosecutors must disclose to the defence any evidence that is favourable to the accused or that bears on the credibility of a witness, including the police officers who testify. An officer's report is a primary artefact against which their courtroom testimony is measured; inconsistencies between the two are among the most powerful tools a defence lawyer possesses on cross-examination.

Introduce a machine into the authorship of that document, and a cascade of unfamiliar questions follows. If a report's phrasing originated with a language model, whose statement is it, exactly, for the purposes of the hearsay rules that govern what may be admitted at trial? If a defence attorney wishes to probe how a particular characterisation of the defendant found its way into the sworn narrative, what is there to examine when the draft has been deleted and the prompt engineering behind it is a trade secret? The chain of custody that the law demands for physical evidence, the documented provenance that lets a court trust that a thing is what it purports to be, has no clear equivalent for a narrative that passed through a proprietary model before an officer adopted it as their own. When an officer on the witness stand swears that their report is accurate, is later shown to be wrong, and explains that the artificial intelligence must have made the error, there is, as one prosecutor has warned, no draft to consult that could confirm or refute the claim. The officer cannot fully account for words they did not write, and the defendant cannot fully interrogate an accusation whose origin has been erased.

The ACLU has argued that the disclosure questions run deeper still, reaching past the vanished draft to the entire apparatus behind the report: the way Axon has customised and instructed its language model, the queries it runs, the error rates of the generated output. All of these might, in a given case, constitute material that a defendant is entitled to examine. Yet almost none of it is available for inspection, and much of it is shielded as proprietary. A defendant's Sixth Amendment right to confront the evidence against them was written for a world in which accusations came from people who could be questioned. It is not obvious how that right survives contact with an accusatory narrative whose most influential author is a model that cannot be cross-examined, cannot be placed under oath, and cannot be asked why it chose one word rather than another.

The federal courts have begun, slowly, to respond. The Advisory Committee on Evidence Rules has proposed a new Federal Rule of Evidence 707, which would take machine-generated evidence offered without a supporting human expert and subject it to substantially the standard that already governs expert testimony: that the output rests on sufficient facts or data, that it is the product of reliable principles and methods, and that those methods have been reliably applied to the facts of the case. It is a sensible instrument, and the pace of it is the point. The public comment period closed on 16 February 2026, and even on the most favourable procedural timetable the rule could not take effect before 1 December 2027. Deployment is measured in months and rule-making in years, and in the interval between the two the reports are being written, filed, charged upon and relied upon regardless. The law will arrive, in the way that law does, some time after the thing it governs has become ordinary.

A Taxonomy of Ways This Goes Wrong

The academic literature has begun to catch up with the deployment, and in March 2026 a group of British researchers published one of the most systematic attempts yet to map the hazards. The paper, titled “Responsible AI in criminal justice: LLMs in policing and risks to case progression” and posted to the arXiv preprint server, was written by Muffy Calder, Michele Sevegnani and Evdoxia Taka of the School of Computing Science at the University of Glasgow, together with Marion Oswald of Northumbria Law School and Elizabeth McClory-Tiarks of Newcastle University. Grounded in the law and policing structures of England and Wales rather than the United States, it nonetheless offers a framework that travels well across jurisdictions.

The researchers catalogue fifteen distinct policing tasks that large language models could be used to perform, and seventeen categories of risk that arise from doing so, illustrating them with more than forty worked examples of how a given failure might damage a case as it moves through the system. The risks they identify range across the whole pipeline. Some concern the outputs themselves: erroneous omissions or additions that quietly alter the strength of a case, factual inaccuracies, inappropriate linguistic style that undermines the integrity of a statement, cultural and dialectal misinterpretations, and the social and cultural biases, including racial and victim-blaming biases, that models are known to reproduce. Others concern the inputs, such as the design of prompts and the vulnerability of systems to injection, jailbreaking and the leakage of sensitive information to third parties. Still others concern the near-impossibility of proper evaluation, because there is often no objective ground truth against which a generated narrative can be measured, and the systems-engineering reality that models are updated and reconfigured in undocumented ways that make yesterday's output impossible to reproduce.

Two of their categories bear directly on the evidentiary anxieties raised on the American side of the Atlantic. One concerns what they call intermediate unused material: the draft versions and discarded outputs that, under disclosure rules, may create precisely the burdens Axon has designed its product to avoid. Another concerns the acute shortage of qualified expert witnesses able to explain to a court how such a tool actually works, a problem that compounds as the tools grow more numerous and are chained together, each feeding its output into the next until no single human understands the whole pipeline. The paper stops short of declaring the technology unusable; its authors suggest that many of these risks could be reduced as good practice is agreed and systematically applied. But the sheer length of the list is itself an argument, a reminder that a fluent paragraph produced in seconds carries a long tail of ways in which it can quietly corrupt the record it was meant to serve.

It is worth setting that taxonomy against the failures that have actually surfaced in the field, because the most widely reported of them is instructive for entirely the wrong reasons. In December 2025 the Heber City Police Department in Utah began testing Draft One alongside a second tool called Code Four. In early January 2026, one of the generated reports recorded that an officer had been turned into a frog. The system had picked up the audio of the Disney film “The Princess and the Frog”, playing in the background of a body-camera recording, and folded it into the narrative as though it were an account of events. A department sergeant caught the error and corrected it, observing that the department does not employ amphibious officers. The department intended to carry on with the software regardless, citing an estimated six to eight hours saved each week.

The story travelled because it is funny, and its comedy is precisely what makes it unrepresentative of the danger. An officer transformed into an amphibian is caught instantly, because nothing in a police report could be further from the plausible; the error announces itself. The failures that should worry a court are the ones that do not. A sentence attributed to the wrong speaker, a characterisation of a suspect's demeanour hardened by a degree or two, a sequence of events reordered so that a movement appears to precede rather than follow a command: all of these read exactly like the truth, and they survive a tired officer's review at the end of a shift for the same reason, which is that nothing about them signals that they should not. This is where automation bias does its damage. A reviewer's attention is a finite resource, spent most readily on what looks wrong, and a fluent, confident, well-formed falsehood looks like nothing at all.

The Ledger of Independent Evidence

Set against this catalogue of risks is the promise that supposedly justifies accepting them: time. Axon's core pitch is efficiency, the claim that Draft One can roughly halve the hours officers spend writing reports and return that time to the street. It is a seductive proposition for chronically short-staffed departments. It is also, according to the independent evidence gathered so far, largely unsubstantiated.

The most rigorous critic of the efficiency claim is Ian T. Adams, a criminology professor at the University of South Carolina and himself a former police officer, who has become something close to the field's designated empiricist. In a study circulated on the CrimRxiv preprint platform, Adams and colleagues recruited ninety-two senior law-enforcement officers, sergeants and above, with an average of twenty-two years of experience approving reports, and asked them to evaluate eighty police reports, twenty of which had been drafted using Draft One. The results were not kind to the technology. Reviewers rated the AI-assisted reports significantly worse on accuracy, a finding that was statistically significant and substantively meaningful; the estimated effect moved a report from roughly the fiftieth to the thirty-sixth percentile on perceived accuracy. On broader composite measures of quality, the machine-drafted reports showed no reliable improvement, and expert reviewers proved unable to distinguish AI-written from human-written reports at a rate better than chance.

On the central question of time saved, Adams has been withering, summarising the state of the evidence with the observation that there is not a single independent evaluation supporting the vendor claims being made to police departments. His own earlier work found that Draft One produced no measurable time savings, and a separate evaluation of a different AI report-writing tool reportedly found not a saving but an increase of some eighteen and a half minutes per incident. The field experience appears to bear him out. The Anchorage Police Department, after a three-month trial, abandoned Draft One, its deputy chief explaining that the department had hoped the tool would deliver significant time savings for officers but had simply not found that to be the case. The reason offered was instructive: because the system works from audio alone, it routinely missed the visual details officers had observed but never spoken aloud, forcing them to add material by hand and eroding whatever efficiency the automation had promised. Body-camera audio, it turns out, is a thin and partial record of a physical encounter, and building a legal narrative on it requires precisely the independent human reconstruction that the tool was supposed to make unnecessary.

Anchorage is no longer alone. Manchester, New Hampshire, the first agency in the country to test Draft One and the department that supplied the officers for Adams's randomised trial, has abandoned it as well. Lieutenant Matthew Barter, who took part in the research, put the reason with a plainness that no vendor presentation can easily absorb: it was simply easier for officers to type the report themselves.

A more recent picture of how these systems behave in daily use arrived in July 2026, when the reporter Thomas Brewster published a Forbes investigation built on emails obtained under public-records law, covering seven months of testing at the Lafayette Police Department in Indiana. The product at issue there was not Draft One but Form One, a separate and newer Axon tool that listens to body-camera audio and populates the structured fields of a form rather than composing a narrative, and the distinction is worth holding onto, because the complaints were nonetheless familiar. Officers reported that the system repeatedly failed to capture names and vehicle registration plates that were clearly audible in the footage, and that a form which had taken thirty seconds to complete by hand now took three minutes, because of the volume of corrections the machine's version required. Axon characterised the deployment as early access to a product that was not yet finished, which may well be true. It is also true that the same pattern has now recurred across two products of quite different design, which suggests that the constraint does not lie in the software but underneath it. Audio is a thin record of a physical event, and no amount of model improvement can recover from a microphone the details that were never spoken aloud.

The research Adams began has meanwhile moved out of preprint and into the peer-reviewed literature, which matters because it removes the last easy objection to it. The randomised controlled trial, published in the Journal of Experimental Criminology under the title “No man's hand: artificial intelligence does not improve police report writing speed”, followed eighty-five officers and seven hundred and fifty-five reports, and buttressed the experimental result with a difference-in-differences robustness check across 6,084 reports written over a full year. It found no significant effect on the time taken to write a report. The single quantity on which the entire commercial case for the technology rests did not move.

The companion paper is the more unsettling of the two. Under the title “Writing at the speed of hype: officers' post-experimental perceptions of AI report writing”, also in the Journal of Experimental Criminology, a team led by Hunter M. Boehme and including Adams, Barter, Irick A. Geary and Kyle McLean asked the officers who had taken part what they made of the tool, and found that their perceptions and the measurements had come apart. Roughly forty-eight per cent of the officers who used it reported that it had saved them time. Supervisors perceived improvements in the quality and completeness of the reports they were approving. The trial data showed no such effect on any of these dimensions.

This is the empirical heart of the matter, and it deserves stating without hedging. The tool reliably produces the feeling of time saved without the fact of it. Nearly half the officers who used it came away convinced that a burden had been lifted, while the clock recorded that nothing had been lifted at all, and their supervisors believed the reports had improved when, by the study's measures, they had not. A technology that generates a sense of effortlessness while measurably changing nothing about the duration of the task is not simply a productivity tool that has failed to deliver. It is something more specific and considerably more troubling, because that is precisely the profile of a system that lowers vigilance rather than workload. The subjective experience of ease has to come from somewhere, and if it is not coming from the clock, the most parsimonious explanation is that it is coming from effort, from the attention an officer no longer spends reconstructing an event because a plausible reconstruction is already sitting on the screen. That is automation bias observed not as a laboratory prediction but as a field measurement, and it is also the mechanism by which three hundred thousand hours can be sincerely reported on a customer survey and still not exist.

The Prosecutors Who Said No

Perhaps the most telling resistance has come not from privacy advocates or academics but from within the criminal justice system itself, from the prosecutors whose cases depend on the reliability of the reports they receive. In 2024, the King County Prosecuting Attorney's Office in Washington State, which covers Seattle, circulated guidance instructing local law-enforcement agencies not to use AI to draft narrative reports, and warning that reports written with the assistance of such tools would be rejected. The memo, issued by Chief Deputy Prosecutor Daniel J. Clark, was careful to strike a measured tone. “We do not fear advances in technology,” Clark wrote, “but we do have legitimate concerns about some of the products on the market now.”

Those concerns were concrete rather than reflexive. Clark noted that errors could easily slip past a reviewing officer confronting a volume of material under deadline, the very automation-bias dynamic the human-factors literature predicts. He warned of the scenario in which an officer testifies that their report is accurate, is shown to be wrong, and attributes the mistake to the artificial intelligence, at which point there would be no preserved draft to establish whether the machine or the human was truly responsible, with consequences that could be devastating for the case, the community and the officer alike. He raised questions about whether the products complied with the security requirements governing criminal-justice information. It was not a Luddite's rejection; Clark acknowledged that a day would likely come when such tools could assist prosecutors in valuable, time-saving ways. It was a judgement that the day had not yet arrived.

Legislatures have begun to move as well, and the shape of their response is revealing. Rather than banning the technology, the first statutes have targeted precisely the transparency deficits the EFF identified. Utah moved first, enacting Senate Bill 180, which took effect on 7 May 2025 and made it the first state in the country to legislate on the question. The statute requires that AI-authored reports carry a disclaimer, that officers certify their accuracy, and that agencies maintain a written policy governing their use of generative artificial intelligence. California went further. In October 2025, Governor Gavin Newsom signed Senate Bill 524, which took effect on the first day of 2026. The law requires that any report generated wholly or partly by artificial intelligence identify every AI programme used and carry a prominent disclosure stating that “This report was written either fully or in part using artificial intelligence,” alongside the signature of the officer verifying that they reviewed it and that its facts are true. Crucially, it also requires departments to retain the first draft, so that judges, defence attorneys and auditors can see which portions of the final report were written by the machine and which by the officer, and it forbids vendors from selling or sharing the data that agencies feed into their systems. In a single provision, California legislated into existence the audit trail that Axon had assured its customers was deleted by design, and within weeks the company had built it. The mandate came first and the capability followed, which is to say that the law extracted from the vendor precisely what its customers had been told was deliberately unavailable. Observers of the field expect other states to follow California and Utah, and the coming years are likely to see a patchwork of disclosure requirements harden into something closer to a national norm.

Whose Words Are They, Anyway

Return, at the end, to the officer at the terminal, reading a report they did not write and preparing to make it their own. The deepest difficulty with Draft One is not that a language model is imperfect, nor even that its drafts vanish, though both matters gravely. It is that the technology quietly relocates the point at which a human mind independently reconstructs the truth of an event, and it relocates it to a place where that reconstruction may never actually happen.

The traditional police report, for all its well-documented flaws, its biases, its self-serving omissions, its occasional dishonesty, rested on a particular premise: that a human being had sat down and tried, from their own memory, to render an account they were willing to swear to. The account might be wrong, but it was theirs, and its wrongness could be probed, cross-examined, contradicted by the footage, tested against the physical evidence. What automation threatens is not the accuracy of that account so much as its independence, the quality that made it worth having as a separate thing in the first place. When the first draft is machine-made, the officer's signature attests less to an act of recollection than to an act of ratification. The human remains in the loop, but the loop has been redrawn so that the human's role is to approve rather than to author.

And this is where the question of responsibility becomes genuinely hard to answer. If an AI-drafted narrative shapes a prosecution, subtly framing an ambiguous encounter, importing a characterisation the officer would not independently have chosen, embedding a bias the model absorbed from its training data, who is answerable? The officer signed it and is formally accountable, yet cannot fully explain the provenance of words they did not compose. The vendor built the model but disclaims responsibility for how any given department deploys it, and has arranged matters so that the evidence needed to trace an error back to its source no longer exists. The prosecutor introduces the report but may not know it was machine-drafted at all. The defendant, who has the most at stake, is left interrogating a sworn account whose true author is a proprietary system they will never be permitted to examine. Everyone is partly responsible, which is another way of saying that no one quite is.

That diffusion of accountability, more than any single hallucinated fact, is what should give a society pause before it lets the most basic evidentiary unit of its justice system be drafted, first, by a machine that remembers nothing and can be asked nothing, and then quietly forgotten. The efficiency gains, on the current evidence, are illusory. The risks to the reliability of the record are not. And a criminal justice system that cannot say, with confidence, who wrote the accusation, has surrendered something that no amount of saved time can buy back. The remedy is not necessarily to forbid the machines outright, but to insist that they leave a trace, that the draft survive, that the human account precede rather than follow the algorithm's, and that the person on the stand be able to say, truthfully, that the words are their own. Until then, every signature at the bottom of an AI-drafted report is a small act of faith in a witness who cannot testify.

References

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2. Axon Enterprise, “Axon reimagines report writing with Draft One, a first-of-its-kind AI-powered force multiplier for public safety,” 23 April 2024. https://investor.axon.com/2024-04-23-Axon-reimagines-report-writing-with-Draft-One,-a-first-of-its-kind-AI-powered-force-multiplier-for-public-safety
3. Axon Enterprise, “Auditing and reporting,” Draft One product guide. https://www.axon.com/help/draft-one/software/draft-one/auditing-reporting.htm
4. Matthew Guariglia and Dave Maass, “Axon's Draft One Is Designed to Defy Transparency,” Electronic Frontier Foundation, July 2025. https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2025/07/axons-draft-one-designed-defy-transparency
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8. American Civil Liberties Union, “Police Departments Shouldn't Allow Officers to Use AI to Draft Police Reports” (white paper), November 2024. https://assets.aclu.org/live/uploads/2024/12/Automated-Police-Reports-1291.pdf
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15. Axios Salt Lake City, “How AI turned a Utah police officer into a frog,” 7 January 2026. https://www.axios.com/local/salt-lake-city/2026/01/07/ai-police-utah-heber-city-princess-frog
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In Summary: * As Labor Day 2026 winds down in the Roscoe-verse, it does so quietly. The high point of my day was sharing lunch with the wife at our favorite Golden Corral restaurant.

Listening to relaxing music now over a local “Easy Listening” AM Radio Station, that has been getting a lot of play over my old Bose Wave Radio recently, there is little ahead of me for the rest of this evening other than my night prayers and readings.

Since tomorrow is a back-to-work day, I'll want to hit the bed early tonight to be sure I wake early in the morning to fix coffee and help get the wife ready to leave for work. And life will resume its regular routine.

Prayers, etc.: * I have a daily prayer regimen I try to follow throughout the day from early morning, as soon as I roll out of bed, until head hits pillow at night.

Health Metrics: * bw= 224.87 lbs. * bp= 142/84 (75)

Exercise: * morning stretches, balance exercises, kegel pelvic floor exercises, half squats, calf raises, wall push-ups, BP breathing exercises, pilates

Diet: * 06:30 – white bread and butter * 10:30 to 12:30 – Labor Day lunch with the wife at Golden Corral, 3 full plates

Activities, Chores, etc.: * 04:00 – listen to local news talk radio * 04:50 – bank accounts activity monitored . * 05:00 – read, write, pray, follow news reports from various sources, surf the socials, listen to music, nap * 10:30 to 12:30 – Labor Day lunch with the wife at Golden Corral + driving there and back * 12:30 – tuned into 104.3 The Score ahead of this afternoon's Cubs game * 15:48 – Milwaukee wins, final score Brewers 4 – Cubs 3. * 16:00 – follow news reports from various sources * 17:00 – listening to relaxing music

Chess: * 06:20 – moved in all pending CC games, winning one on time

Chapter 1: The Door You Cannot Keep Holding Open

There are few things more exhausting than trying to keep someone in your life who has already decided to step away. You reread the message on your phone. You replay the conversation while standing in the kitchen or driving home from work. You wonder whether you should call again, explain yourself better, apologize one more time, or find some new way to prove that you care. That is why the lesson from Jesus about letting people walk away can be so unsettling. It touches the part of us that believes love must always keep pursuing, even when pursuit has become desperation.

Maybe you have been there with a friend who suddenly became distant, a family member who stopped answering, or someone you loved who seemed determined to misunderstand you. You may have spent weeks trying to repair something that required two willing people while quietly doing the work of both. In moments like that, learning when love must release instead of chase becomes more than an interesting Christian idea. It becomes a question about how to remain loving without losing yourself.

One of the hardest truths in the life of Jesus is that He did not force people to remain near Him. John 6 records a moment when many who had followed Jesus became offended by what He was teaching. They did not simply disagree with one sentence. They turned away. Scripture says that many of His disciples went back and no longer walked with Him. Jesus watched people who had heard Him teach, seen His works, and followed Him for a time decide that they were finished.

What Jesus did next matters.

He did not run after the departing crowd and soften everything until they returned. He did not panic because His numbers were shrinking. He did not change the truth simply because the truth had become costly. Instead, He turned to the Twelve and asked whether they also wanted to leave.

That question feels almost shocking when you slow down enough to hear it. Jesus cared deeply about people, yet He allowed them to make a real choice. His love did not depend on controlling their response.

That can be difficult for anyone who has ever lain awake at night wondering what else they could have done. Maybe you apologized sincerely, but the other person still left. Maybe you explained what happened, but they had already decided what they believed about you. Maybe you changed what genuinely needed changing, yet the relationship never returned to what it was.

There is an important difference between taking responsibility for your actions and taking responsibility for another person's decision.

Jesus never teaches us to become careless about relationships. He teaches forgiveness, humility, reconciliation, mercy, patience, and love. If you have done wrong, you should own it. If you owe someone an apology, give it. If a relationship can be repaired through honesty and humility, make the effort.

But after you have done what is yours to do, there comes a point when another person's choice belongs to them.

That is where many good-hearted people become trapped. They keep believing that one more conversation will fix everything. They keep checking their phone. They keep trying to find the perfect words. They keep standing emotionally in the same doorway, hoping the person who left will suddenly turn around.

Meanwhile, life continues behind them.

There are people still present who need their love. There is work in front of them. There are prayers that have nothing to do with the person who left. There is growth waiting to happen. There are mornings they are barely noticing because their mind is still living inside an old conversation.

Jesus shows us another way.

Consider the rich young ruler in Mark 10. The man came to Jesus with a sincere question about eternal life. Jesus spoke directly to the place where the man's heart was divided. Mark gives us an especially important detail: Jesus looked at him and loved him.

Then the man walked away sorrowful.

Jesus loved him before he gave the difficult answer. He loved him while speaking the truth. And He still allowed the man to leave.

That matters because we sometimes confuse love with preventing departure. We think that if we really care, we must somehow make the other person understand, agree, return, change, or stay.

Jesus did not define love that way.

There are moments when love reaches out. There are moments when love apologizes. There are moments when love waits patiently and keeps the light on. But there are also moments when love refuses to manipulate another person's freedom.

Imagine sitting at a quiet kitchen table after everyone else has gone to bed. Your phone is beside you. You have typed another long message explaining yourself, but you have not sent it yet. You read it again and realize there is nothing new in it. You have already said these things. You have already apologized for what was yours. You have already tried to listen. The message is not really about communication anymore. It is about your fear that if you stop reaching, the relationship might truly be over.

Sometimes faith looks like deleting that message.

Not because you stopped caring.

Because you finally understood that love and control are not the same thing.

Jesus could let people walk away because His identity did not collapse when someone rejected Him. Their departure could hurt without becoming the definition of His worth. He knew who He was, whom He belonged to, and what He had been sent to do.

That kind of steadiness is something many of us need.

Someone leaving does not automatically mean you failed. Someone misunderstanding you does not automatically make their version of events true. Someone deciding not to reconcile does not erase the sincerity of the reconciliation you offered.

You can examine yourself without condemning yourself. You can learn without living forever in regret. You can love someone and still stop chasing them.

Sometimes the most faithful thing you can do is leave the door unlocked, step away from the doorway, and trust God with whoever chooses whether to come through it.

Chapter 2: When Their Leaving Becomes Your Identity

The morning after someone walks out of your life can feel strangely ordinary. The coffee still brews. The alarm still goes off. Cars still move past the window. Yet your mind wakes up already carrying the same question it carried to bed: What did their leaving say about me?

That question can become more damaging than the departure itself. A relationship ends, a friendship cools, a family member pulls away, or someone you trusted decides they no longer want the same closeness. What happened is painful enough. Then the mind starts building a second wound from it. You begin turning their decision into evidence about your worth.

Maybe you start thinking that if you had been easier to love, they would have stayed. Maybe you decide that being rejected means you were not enough. You remember your mistakes more clearly than your kindness. You forget the years you showed up, the conversations you tried to repair, and the grace you offered. One person's departure starts rewriting your entire story.

Jesus knew rejection in a way most of us never will. People walked away from His teaching. Religious leaders accused Him. Friends failed Him. Judas betrayed Him. Peter denied knowing Him. Crowds that had welcomed Him could turn against Him. Yet Jesus never allowed rejection to tell Him who He was.

That does not mean rejection did not hurt Him. Scripture never presents Jesus as emotionally numb. He wept. He grieved. He felt sorrow. He knew what it was to be misunderstood and abandoned. But He did not hand other people the authority to define His identity.

That is where this becomes personal.

You may be carrying a rejection that happened months or even years ago. Perhaps you still hear the final words from the argument. Perhaps you remember the silence after you reached out. Perhaps the person moved on while you kept asking yourself what was wrong with you. Eventually, without realizing it, you may have started living as if their judgment was God's judgment.

It is not.

There is a difference between asking, “What can I learn from this?” and asking, “What must be wrong with me because they left?” The first question can lead to growth. The second can become a prison.

Imagine a father sitting in his truck after work because he does not want to carry the day's emotions into the house. His adult child has barely spoken to him for months. He knows he made mistakes when his children were younger, and he has apologized without making excuses. He has tried to listen. He has offered to talk whenever they are ready. Still, the silence remains.

He has a choice about what he does with that silence.

He can let it become proof that he is nothing more than his worst years. Or he can keep taking responsibility for the past while also receiving the grace God offers in the present. He can continue becoming a better man without pretending he can force another person to recognize that change.

That distinction matters because shame keeps people staring backward. Grace teaches people to walk forward honestly.

Peter gives us a powerful picture of this. He failed Jesus publicly and painfully. When pressure came, Peter denied Him three times. If failure had become Peter's identity, his story could have ended there. But after the resurrection, Jesus restored him and called him forward. Peter had to face what he had done, but he was not sentenced to become what he had done.

We need that same separation in our own lives.

You may have failed someone. You may have contributed to a broken relationship. You may wish you could go back and handle a season differently. Christian maturity does not require pretending those things never happened. It requires bringing them honestly before God, making amends where possible, learning what they can teach you, and refusing to worship your regret.

Other people are allowed to have boundaries. They are allowed to need distance. They are allowed to make choices you wish they would not make. But their choices do not become the final verdict on your life.

God can correct you without crushing you.

He can show you where you were wrong without telling you that you are worthless. He can teach you to become more patient, more truthful, more humble, and more dependable without requiring you to spend the rest of your life begging someone else to confirm that you have changed.

There is freedom in understanding that.

You can stop building your identity around the person who left. You can stop checking whether they have noticed your growth. You can stop measuring your healing by whether they return.

The life Jesus gives you is still in front of you. There are people you can love well today. There are conversations you can enter with more wisdom because of what you learned. There are parts of your character that can become stronger, kinder, and steadier.

Their leaving may remain part of your story.

It does not have to become the title of it.

Chapter 3: Keep Walking Without Becoming Hard

A few weeks after someone leaves, the temptation can change. At first, you may want them back. Later, you may want to stop caring altogether. You become tired of disappointment, tired of explaining yourself, tired of hoping. So you start protecting yourself by closing off. You answer fewer calls. You trust more slowly. You tell yourself that needing nobody is safer than being hurt again.

But Jesus never shows us that kind of strength.

He could let people walk away without becoming cold because His heart stayed anchored in the Father. Rejection did not turn Him cruel. Betrayal did not make Him cynical. He kept loving people who were still in front of Him. That may be the deeper lesson. Letting go is not about becoming harder. It is about becoming freer.

You may see this in something as ordinary as Sunday afternoon. A friend who once knew everything about your life no longer reaches out. You notice their name while scrolling through your phone, and for a second the old sadness returns. You could spend the next hour revisiting what happened. Instead, you set the phone down, step outside, and give your attention to the people and responsibilities God has actually placed in your life today.

That small choice matters.

There is a difference between remembering someone and remaining emotionally trapped by them. You can miss a person without chasing them. You can pray for them without monitoring them. You can hope that one day there is healing without putting your own life on hold until that day comes.

This is where faith becomes practical. You keep your heart clean. You refuse revenge. You do not build your identity around being rejected. You resist the urge to tell the story in a way that always makes you innocent and the other person entirely wrong. You stay willing to learn. But you also stop handing your peace over to someone who is no longer participating in the relationship.

Jesus kept moving toward His purpose.

That does not mean you rush grief. Some losses take time. Some relationships leave questions that never receive satisfying answers. You may still have days when the silence hurts. But healing does not require pretending you never cared. It means the pain is no longer steering the car.

You begin noticing what is still here.

The morning light through the window. The person who still checks on you. The work that needs your hands. The family member who wants your attention. The prayer you can finally pray without trying to control the answer. The quiet realization that God has not abandoned you just because somebody else chose distance.

There are doors you should knock on again. There are relationships worth fighting for. There are apologies that still need to be made. But there are also doors you cannot spend your whole life standing beside.

Jesus teaches us that love can remain love even when it releases control.

So if someone has chosen to walk away, do what is yours. Tell the truth. Make peace where you can. Own what belongs to you. Forgive. Pray. Keep the door open if wisdom allows.

Then keep walking.

Not bitter. Not numb. Not desperate to prove anything.

Just free enough to follow God into the life that is still waiting for you.

Your friend, Douglas Vandergraph

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I wanted to sleep in so badly but I still had that little doggie to go let out and take care of, so once again I woke up early and performed my dog sitting duties. The day was hot (but cooler than it has been) and beautiful. My brother, sil, the boys and my parents headed to a festival downtown, then spent the remaining lovely day at the pool. It was great to release some energy, but it completely wiped me out.

We grabbed dinner after the pool day and I headed straight home to shower and get in bed.

Thank you for your message. I am currently out of office with no set return date. I will get back to you when the time is right.

Woke up super early to do an early morning grocery run to get a few things we forgot. I was able to wrap up all food prep and baking needs just in time to have 10 minutes to get myself ready, pack up the car and head out. This heat wave did not exactly help me. I turned the car on early to cool it down, then packed everything at the last minute to keep the food from sitting in the heat too long. I am only driving 15 minutes but still, I want to make sure the food is safe and especially so the cupcakes wouldn't melt.

The shower was beautiful, there was plenty of food, people loved the decorations and the activities. My friend felt loved. It was perfect and I am so grateful to have been a part of it.

I got home, unloaded the car again and headed straight for my bed. As much as I loved being with friends and celebrating such a special occasion, I am still dragged back to reality the second I get home and realize I need to take care of myself. I took a four hour nap, had dinner and went back to bed.

Thank you for your message. I am currently out of office with no set return date. I will get back to you when the time is right.

Honestly I spent the morning in bed, unable to move. I knew I had to because I had so much to do but even then, it was hard. I eventually did and immediately felt better. I was just starting to think that maybe I am having another depressive episode, until I remembered my period was due any day. I hope it is that and not my emotional wellbeing taking a toll. Well, even then it is probably not a good sign when I am bedridden all day.

After I was able to make myself move a little, I went to my friend’s house to catch up and start decorating for the baby shower. It is looking beautiful and I am grateful to be reminded that I have this responsibility before I get myself back into bed again.

When we finished with decorations, I went and did all the grocery shopping with my mom. It took us four hours just to grocery shop. I still had to get home and cook and bake all night. I am glad I did it because, again, otherwise I would have just been stuck in bed all day. It was a long, long night in the kitchen and I did not finish so I must be up really early to get a head start tomorrow.

Thank you for your message. I am currently out of office with no set return date. I will get back to you when the time is right.

Crumbling flints quake's deciphered roam— Clench fury! Quench crackled! Drench, harvest, and stone. Raze slumped companions to heights dredged as slumber. Bereave bland escape. Confront doorways thrice-plundered.

Asleep past feud's blinking... Awash with earth's sinking... Awake to hate's gravel... Abate torment's rabble...

Curl bones past wooled thickets, and scrape lost eye's drone. Fence rebellion in gurgles that choke, blight, and hone.

Bring us home! Bring us home! Bring us home to the vale! Draw our steps, cold and bearded. Till where journeymen flail. Flag each ridge darned as clusters too slanted to save. Bring us home! Bring us home! Dream us out of wait's grave.

Humble each squint as mistake's churlish loam— Stitch purely! Midge spiteful! Descend, shake, and foam! Barrel traditions ignited to stutter. Beseech rankled fate. Debase unraveled blunder.

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And the night is through. I'm a pretender.

I didn't illustrate these, but I love them. They marry gorgeous music with the wonder of books using that delightful mid-century pulp-book vibe.

Moon — 

What's real and what's performative? Look at it all from 10k feet, what does the continent of reality look like? Doors close, but the rooms on the other side don't disappear. Life becomes Schrödinger's existence.

End of the World —

Detonation. An old world is demolished, pieces litter the floor, the walls the ceiling and the halls. I never lied about being in trouble, only about feeling fine. Shock, defiance, survival. When the excrement hits the oscillating device, we find out what we are really made of. The heroes? They pick themselves up and crawl forward through the wreckage and rebuild.

Nightswimming —

Memory... pictures and privacy. Existence before weight, where any altitude seemed possible, and indeed, most were.

I forgot my shirt at the water's edge The moon is low tonight

You, I thought I knew you You, I cannot judge You, I thought you knew me This one laughing quietly

Haunting. Cutting. Bravado is done, if it ever existed. What's left is moonless nights and reflection. The quiet of nightswimming. There's nothing like it.

Frequency —

The maddening experience of communication without acceptance. Or presence without understanding. An invisible existence. The danger comes when you fall into the feedback loop of trying to understand a thing that once was instead of accepting it. The cigar being a cigar and all.

Stand —

All you can do is put your feet on the ground. Center. IDentify 5 things that are real and around you. Locate the self. Then, when you know where you are, go forward.

Losing Religion —

Obsessive emotional exposure: trying to keep up with someone, reading tiny signals, worrying you said too much, then worrying you didn’t say enough. Imagining that you saw them turn back toward you. Hoping a gesture meant something. Then realizing: that was just a dream. It is love caught between confession and humiliation.

Driver 8 —

A journey exhausting the people making it. On this shift too long. And yet there’s that heartbreaking phrase: We can reach our destination, but find it is on different planets. IS there a wormhole that delivers two paths to a single destination? Or is it just the reality of acceptance? IN any case, there's a long journey to travel before teh destination comes.

Everybody Hurts — 

No coming back. No hail mary's... the person left alone after all the remembering, questioning, decoding and longing. When the day is long. When the night belongs only to you. When you feel you’ve had enough.

Hold on.

The songs say: enormity. Revised geography. Gravity shifted, but orbits that remain.

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Man on the Moon End of the World Nightswimming Frequency Kenneth Stand Losing Religion Driver 8 Everybody Hurts

“Man On The Moon”

Mott the Hoople and the game of Life yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Monopoly, Twenty one, checkers, and chess yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let's play Twister, let's play Risk yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'll see you in heaven if you make the list yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby Are we losing touch?

If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool

Moses went walking with the staff of wood yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Newton got beaned by the apple good yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby Are you having fun?

If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool

Here's a little agit for the never-believer yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here's a little ghost for the offering yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Now, Andy did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Andy are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby Are we losing touch?

If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool

If you believed they put a man on the moon Man on the moon If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool

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“It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)”

That's great! It starts with an earthquake Birds and snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid

Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn World serves its own needs, don't mis-serve your own needs Speed it up a notch, speed, grunt, no strength The ladder starts to clatter with fear of height, down height Wire in a fire, representing seven games In a government for hire and a combat site Left of west and coming in a hurry With the furies breathing down your neck

Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered crop Look at that low plane! Fine, then Uh oh, overflow, population, Common Food But it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed Tell me with the rapture and the reverent in the right, right You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light Feeling pretty psyched

It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine

Six o'clock. TV hour Don't get caught in foreign tower Slash and burn, return Listen to yourself churn Lock him in uniform and book burning, bloodletting Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate Light a candle, light a votive Step down, step down Watch a heel crush, crush Uh oh, this means no fear; cavalier Renegade and steer clear! A tournament, a tournament A tournament of lies Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives And I decline

It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine (It's time I had some time alone) I feel fine

It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine (It's time I had some time alone)

The other night I tripped a nice Continental drift divide Mountains sit in a line Leonard Bernstein, Leonid Brezhnev Lenny Bruce, and Lester Bangs Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly beans, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam, but neck, right? (Right!)

It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine (It's time I had some time alone)

It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine (It's time I had some time alone)

It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine (It's time I had some time alone)

It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it (It's time I had some time alone) It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine (It's time I had some time alone)

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“Nightswimming”

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night

The photograph on the dashboard taken years ago, turned around backwards so the windshield shows. Every street light reveals a picture in reverse Still it's so much clearer

I forgot my shirt at the water's edge The moon is low tonight

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night I'm not sure all these people understand It's not like years ago The fear of getting caught The recklessness in water They cannot see me naked These things they go away Replaced by every day

Nightswimming, remembering that night September's coming soon I'm pining for the moon And what if there were two Side by side in orbit around the fairest sun? The bright tide forever drawn Could not describe nightswimming

You, I thought I knew you You, I cannot judge You, I thought you knew me This one laughing quietly Underneath my breath Nightswimming

The photograph reflects Every street light a reminder Nightswimming Deserves a quiet night Deserves a quiet night

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“What's The Frequency, Kenneth?”

“What's the frequency, Kenneth?” is your Benzedrine, uh-huh I was brain-dead, locked out, numb, not up to speed I thought I'd pegged you an idiot's dream Tunnel vision from the outsider's screen I never understood the frequency, uh-huh You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh

I'd studied your cartoons, radio, music, TV, movies, magazines Richard said, “Withdrawal in disgust is not the same as apathy” A smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

“What's the frequency, Kenneth?” is your Benzedrine, uh-huh Butterfly decal, rear-view mirror, dogging the scene You smile like the cartoon, tooth for a tooth You said that irony was the shackles of youth You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I never understood the frequency, uh-huh

You wore our expectations like an armored suit, uh-huh I couldn't understand You said that irony was the shackles of youth, uh-huh I couldn't understand You wore a shirt of violent green, uh-huh I couldn't understand I never understood, don't fuck with me, uh-huh

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“Stand”

Stand in the place where you live Now face north Think about direction Wonder why you haven't before

Now stand in the place where you work Now face west Think about the place where you live Wonder why you haven't before

If you are confused, check with the sun Carry a compass to help you along Your feet are going to be on the ground Your head is there to move you around

So stand in the place where you live Now face north Think about direction Wonder why you haven't before

Now stand in the place where you work Now face west Think about the place where you live Wonder why you haven't before

Your feet are going to be on the ground Your head is there to move you around If wishes were trees, the trees would be falling Listen to reason, season is calling

Stand in the place where you live Now face north Think about direction Wonder why you haven't before

Now stand in the place where you work Now face west Think about the place where you live Wonder why you haven't before

If wishes were trees, the trees would be falling Listen to reason, reason is calling Your feet are going to be on the ground Your head is there to move you around

So stand (Stand!) Now face north Think about direction Wonder why you haven't before

Now stand (Stand!) Now face west Think about the place where you live Wonder why you haven't

Stand in the place where you live Now face north Think about direction Wonder why you haven't before

Now stand in the place where you work Now face west Think about the place where you live Wonder why you haven't before

Stand in the place where you are Now face north Stand in the place where you are Now face west Your feet are going to be on the ground (Stand in the place where you are) Your head is there to move you around, so stand

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“Losing My Religion”

Oh life, it's bigger It's bigger than you And you are not me The lengths that I will go to The distance in your eyes Oh no, I've said too much I set it up

That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no, I've said too much I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try

Every whisper Of every waking hour I'm choosing my confessions Trying to keep an eye on you Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool Oh no, I've said too much I set it up

Consider this Consider this, the hint of the century Consider this, the slip That brought me to my knees, failed What if all these fantasies come Flailing around Now I've said too much

I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream That was just a dream

That's me in the corner That's me in the spotlight Losing my religion Trying to keep up with you And I don't know if I can do it Oh no, I've said too much I haven't said enough

I thought that I heard you laughing I thought that I heard you sing I think I thought I saw you try

But that was just a dream Try, cry, why try That was just a dream Just a dream Just a dream, dream

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“Driver 8”

The walls are built up, stone by stone; the fields divided one by one. And the train conductor says, “Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break we've been on this shift too long”

And the train conductor says, “Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away” I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm. The power lines have floaters so the airplanes won't get snagged. Bells are ringing through the town again, Children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringing

And the train conductor says “Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away”

Way to shield the hated heat. Way to put myself to sleep. Way to shield the hated heat. Way to put myself, my children to sleep.

He piloted this song in a plane like that one. She is selling faith on the Go Tell crusade. Locomotive 8, Southern Crescent, hear the bells ring again. Field to weed is lookin' thin

And the train conductor says “Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break We've been on this shift too long.” And the train conductor says, “Take a break Driver 8, Driver 8 take a break. We can reach our destination, but we're still a ways away”

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“Everybody Hurts”

When the day is long And the night, the night is yours alone When you're sure you've had enough Of this life, well hang on

Don't let yourself go 'Cause everybody cries And everybody hurts sometimes

Sometimes everything is wrong Now it's time to sing along When your day is night alone (Hold on, hold on) If you feel like letting go (Hold on) If you think you've had too much Of this life, well hang on

'Cause everybody hurts Take comfort in your friends Everybody hurts Don't throw your hand, oh no

Don't throw your hand If you feel like you're alone No, no, no, you are not alone

If you're on your own in this life The days and nights are long When you think you've had too much of this life to hang on

Well, everybody hurts sometimes Everybody cries And everybody hurts sometimes And everybody hurts sometimes

So hold on, hold on Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on Everybody hurts

No, no, no, no you are not alone

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A lifetime of masks are useful. Though, they may no longer be necessary. LIke the Joker said, 'Wait 'til they get a load of ME!'

I'm not a part of the digital age.

I just exist with reality always, no screens, just my computer to write.

BOOKS, CDs, VHS, DVDs: PHYSICAL THINGS that cannot be destoyed.

Screens are controlling everything.

I threw away my iPhone.

Growing and watching others do it too.

Yesterday, I had a long conversation with a man I always avoided.

Andrew was a ghetto rat. I was a self-righteous prick. We could tolerate one another, but like oil and water, never occupy the same space without effort.

I knew him as a small boy: sweet and quiet. A child of potential, like all children.

I moved away in 1996. When I returned twenty years later he was gone from everyone’s life. I would ask after him but his father and brother were always very tight-lipped.

I then lived here for a decade and Andrew reappeared in everyone’s life. At first it was as peripheral trouble for a young nephew who was trying to burn down his own life.

By then, Andrew was a scary-looking man. Dark and reserved. I should have reached out. I should have tried to reconnect with that little boy.

But I knew he had a hand in my nephew’s erosion and collapse. I was bitter about it. The less I had to do with him, the better.

He would come and go. Not consistently. Months would go by, sometimes years. Every time he reappeared, he had another child. At last count he had 5-6 from 4 different women.

Wrong Turns

He brought a girlfriend to our house of worship. She was a beautiful young woman, a complete mismatch to this man’s skeletal and scarred appearance.

She began to study the Bible and made progress, taking steps to turn her life around and raise her children to love and fear God.

He endorsed the effort at first, but in short order gave up. She did not.

After 18 months, he convinced her to go out to a club on a Saturday night. The place is called Haystack. I’ve never been. They don’t serve my kind there, and it looks like the sort of place where you could get tetanus walking through the door.

That night, two birthday parties got loud, then hostile.

Someone brought a gun.

Of course someone brings a f$@#ing gun. To a birthday party.

Once one weapon appeared, eight more came out.

So Haystack is apparently bad for tetanus and lead poisoning.

A fight broke out. Shots were fired.

Andrew’s girlfriend saw her cousin being threatened, picked up a gun that had fallen loose, and, according to the police report, fired toward the floor to scare off his attacker.

But between the muzzle and the floor was a man’s femoral artery.

Three minutes later he was unconscious.

After six, he was dead.

She is now serving a life sentence in a maximum-security prison.

U-Turns

So, my self-righteousness isn’t completely without justification. Andrew was not a great person. In fact, he reminded me a great deal of my own cousins and uncles who were all drugs and violence.

He is now approaching 40.

I learn this as we converse and connect over his alcoholism. He is attending AA and working to stay sober. He hasn’t had a drink in 6 months.

I commend him on this and confess my own grandfather and mother were and are alcoholics. I share what I know of AA as seen through my mother’s eyes and my own time in Al-Anon (the twelve-step fellowship for those of us affected by someone else’s drinking).

It seems to warm him up that I am perhaps not the self-righteous prude I once was.

I don’t just understand addiction in the abstract. Andrew certainly has an intimate relationship with addiction. And it occurs to me how glibly I’ve seen and heard other men talk about those with addictions. As if with God’s help it is somehow easy. Which it can never be. With God, I would say ‘less hard’, but never easy.

Never.

Parallel Lanes

Andrew tells me of his probation, being arrested, and their effect on his family. With a 17-year-old, it has finally dawned on him how poor of an example he has been. His seven-year-old watches me as I speak with his father at length.

It is a moment of time travel. Andrew is both this aging man and the little boy. And it dawns on me that I am both versions of myself as well. Regardless of how rugged or smirched we become, the tiny canvas of when we were new never leaves.

Our older selves can comfort and reassure the person we once were, while that younger, unsullied version of us can remind us of all the hope we once carried. Some hopes were fulfilled, some remain ahead of us, and others became things we never could have imagined.

And yet, here we are.

Will this turn, which can never come too late, be soon enough to save any of his children from making the same mistakes?

Only time will tell.

Horizons

He is becoming a man who can help others. He has been to the pit, looked in the face of despair, and still found a reason to get up and smile.

Yes, he made genuinely bad choices; no, those choices do not exhaust what he is. It is very human to ignore that and label someone as “bad.” Approving or disapproving of someone’s actions is not the same thing as declaring a soul lost or found.

Besides, none of us were fingered as judges by God. Last time I checked, that is Jesus’ job.

Jehovah doesn’t do for us what we can do for ourselves. I am thankful to God that humans like Andrew can quit punishing themselves and accept that they are children of God as are we all. That he has value for being who he is, even if the rest of us didn’t always accept that person.

For certain, he is helping me to learn that my judgment and superiority likely did more harm than good. And maybe in the future, when I am tempted to be dogmatic and look down, I can instead be sympathetic and understanding. To help men and women like him feel not belittled and judged, but loved and seen.

I might sell one of my cars. i won’t say which one. i just got tired of it, i suppose thats just how i deal with most things, if i don’t like something anymore, i get rid of it. easier than figuring out why i don’t like it. Lately I’ve been trying to figure out what everyone means when they talk about happiness. Oh, happiness that, that or that. people make it sound simple all the time. Oh, do the things you enjoy, spend time with people you love. Oh, pfft. find something “meaningful,” go outside. sleep properly, blah blahs. whatever else people say when they have successfully experienced happiness and would like to make it sound like a tutorial. I’ve tired some of that “tutorial”. nothing happened. i dont know what is wrong with me. i remember being happy before, i know how it feels like to wake up without being chained in your bed because you’ll choke yourself in your sleep, i know how it feels when your own mind isnt something you have to be careful around. thats what i hate. that i know how it feels like to be that, yet. i dont have that anymore. i don’t know when i lost it, i just know i did. i can’t even convince myself that this is just how i am now. whatever is wrong with me seems to have become very good at taking up all the space. And unfortunately, i don’t want to start drinking or smoking again just to feel something different. that would be more exhausting. anyways, let me tell you how to be happy since, clearly, im an expert. Yes, me i wont organize it. just deal with it and go by my steps. step one: wake up happy. step two: continue being happy. step three: if you stop being happy, remember that happiness is a choice. step four: go outside and look at a tree, trees seem to make people very emotional these days for unknown reasons. step five: tell everyone how grateful you are for the little things. step six: take a picture of your pissed coffee and write something about being blessed, whatever, something like “ Had my overpriced little bean water this morning. couldnt survive without it ” there. happiness, that’ll work. step seven: become the kind of person who says, “life is beautiful,” before 9 am. Nobody who says that should be trusted. but they are doing better than us. and step eight: if none of that works, you’re probably just not trying hard enough.

Step nine and finally. this is a special one. that you specifically need to know: keep reading. HAHAHAHsk, you actually made it this far. look at you, eight whole fucking steps of me explaining how to be happy, Me. and you kept reading like there’s going to be a secret at the end. how pathetic. you could’ve stopped at step one but you didn’t. you humans always make me laugh, i mean seriously. its incredible how dumb you can be while pretending to be smart. you always make me laugh.

Honestly, I’d do very well writing a book about happiness. title it “How To Be Happy” there, im practically qualified already. happy people would love it. they’d pay for it. which is convenient, because i guess happiness has a subscription fee. but whatever, just gave you steps for free, didn’t i?

Sincerely, Happily Miserable.

Our Father Who art in Heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in Heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil

Amen

Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!

Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!

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