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.
