sheer boredom
So tonight, I ate around a gram of magic mushrooms and drove to a park in Kettle Valley. In that park there is a bench, and on that bench I tagged Azo and also: "I was here b4 you", which, for anyone who reads it, is a true statement. Sure enough this night wound around to a point of interesting conflict. Two police cars in front of my house, two cops, two parents, one natural, one British, and me. Not stoned so much as interested and disgustingly amused by the fact of what was happening. I somehow remained perfectly calm on the exterior, however my interior was filled with a mix of doom and delight. Taking away the moments that make up a dog day. Anyways, I remained very pleasant with the officer who at one point or another was threatening five years jail time as well as a fine. All for perhaps six inches by three inches a catchy logo and a pretentious quote. "I was trying to make my mark" I told the cop in an honest tone. He didn't seem to like that very much, but he didn't hate it either. He saw me, a white kid about to grad, short hair, no piercings, two sober parents, a house generating ridiculous property tax for the city, and no record on my part. No interaction with the cops, so I said, which was somewhat of a lie but the wording allowed me to lie without lying, you dig? Anyhow, I just got a little slap on the wrist and a convoluted speech from the cop about the future and gated communities with surveillance cameras and noisy mother-fucking people. The car gave me away, that aqua colored Mercury relic. Tomorrow I have to clean it off, right after I tag under a different name at the same spot. You can judge me now.