Lost in Denton

Tonight a cop followed me around for a little while. They do that occasionally, because I guess it's their duty or something. After all, it is night time, and I'm supposed to be asleep, not out lurking around in the shadows. Do I sound bitter? Well, maybe a little. Yeah, I understand... it's their job, and some people do wait until night to do their lurking and to pull their shenanigans, but the jackboot flashlight interrogation routine gets old after about the umpteenth time.

So anyway. I was walking north on Bonnie Brae, and I was almost to the loop, when I noticed a car sitting at a junction about a quarter mile south of me. I stopped and watched it for a good five minutes, and then it turned north and started coming toward me. As it passed by, I saw it was the cop. Yeesh. So I started walking again, and then I saw him turn around. On his way back he stopped, so I stopped too. It was the same old rigmarole... "Good evening, is everything okay, what are you doing, where are you going, where do you live, why are you out so late, what kind of lunatic goes hiking out in bum-fucked Egypt at 3:00 am just for kicks, and what exactly is your deal, anyway?" Once he was satisfied that I posed no threat, I was free to go on my merry way.

After that, I decided to take a shortcut home through a field. I got lost. Can you believe that? I got lost in the wilderness, in the middle of Denton. Eventually I ran across a creek, so I followed that until I came to an apartment complex. And do you want to know which apartment complex, out of the gazillion and one apartment complexes in Denton? It was the one on Joyce Lane, where Leah used to live; the one that I'd been to a gazillion and two times. Ain't that a kick in the head.

So anywho and stuff. G'night.