this morning #821.

this morning, there were two cop cars parked in the park chillin’ mere yards from where i was laying out trying to get some fresh air. fuck. what crime-fighting purpose was even served by them being in this location? were they purposely trying to mess with my serenity? i just wanted to do some chillin’ of my own, lay on my blanket with my book under my favorite tree without prying eyes looking down from high on the lawn on the hill up behind me. sure. i could find another place to sit but it was the principle of it all, the sheer shittiness of an occupying force invading nature, that kept me from moving one inch. THEY were the ones who needed to find a proper place to do their damn jobs.