on empty rings around the sun
Oh I was going to finish the story about Mission of Burma. Well basically Brendan and I got fined 60 dollars each, we had a big run-in with the cops. I don't want to go into it. It had to do with not being able to get into the subway and jumping the turnstile or something similar. And the pig who interrogated me was named Officer Biscotti. BISCOTTI. Named after a fucking COOKIE. And about as smart as a cookie too. Stupid fuck. We were in a hurry to get a fucking train what were we supposed to do. If you fucking cops weren't so sneaky and hiding all the time maybe we could have seen you and just called you over and told you our dilemma about the turnstile not working. But NO. Have to be all sleazy and fucked up about it. Fucking... New York City cops. Named after cookies.