Partners in the Los Angeles Police Department, they’re haunted by terrifying dark secrets of the nightwatch-shared predawn drink and sex sessions they call choir practice. Each wears his cynicism like a bulletproof jockstrap-each has his horror story, his bad dream, his night shriek. He is afraid of his friends-he is afraid of himself.
It’s one of the first books written for adults that I read as a teenager and it took me to a place and way of life (being a cop in L.A.) that a small-town Midwestern kid could never have imagined, even after watching Adam-12 and Dragnet religiously. It also taught me it was okay for a book to be funny. Even outrageously funny. In a good way.