Polular Hobo has a HOPELESS ADDICTION! PLEASE HELP.

When I left rehab 3 weeks ago I knew that there was a beer sitting in the cooler of the 7-11 with my name on it. That's okay...I really don't drink that much...2, 24 oz. cans of Steel Reserve 211 per day.

I also knew that if I wanted, I could scope out some illegal drugs. I didn't crave nor did I entertain that idea.

My problem of addiction arrives in a different form. The object of my personal addiction happens
to drive a black and white po-leece car. She stands about 5'7" and she is a beauty queen with a bdge and gun!

Damnit...I"M IN LOVE OUT HERE AND I DON'T QUITE KNOW HOW TO MANAGE THIS SITUATION!This is NOT FUNNY.

I saw her yesterday and I was up all night long thinking about her...strategizing a plan to make her my wife! Real talk. I told her straight up that BABIES ARE GOING HAPPEN...whether she likes it or not, she's eventually gonna realize that she needs a shopping cart pushing hobo man to be her husband! I promised to her that I will buy a car, get a job and get my teeth fixed.
(I used to be a handsome man.)

The truth is very real and very simple.I know what I need and I'm gonna make her mine!
Believe it!

Of course anything/everything that may transpire between myself and this law enforcement  love goddess will happen on her terms. She just doesn't quite realize how good hobo love can really be. :)