I got 'pulled over' by the cops again tonight. Some do-gooder called and reported me as a 'crazy person with long hair jumping around in the road'. There's no walk signal for pedestrians at Carroll and University, so I suppose at 2:00 am, running across University at Carroll without getting killed, so I can shop at Kroger, could be easily mistaken as the antics of the criminally insane.
Every time this happens, when some motherfucker (pardon my French) calls the cops on me for doing something at night that nobody would bat an eye at for doing if the sun was up, I feel like a shit heel for being me.
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