I got harassed by a police officer again tonight. Walked up about a foot from my face and yelled at me, "STEP AWAY!" because his partner had basically whispered it outside a loud club.
Was I drunk? No. Was I disorderly? No. Was I interfering with their attempt to shakedown another patron of this club? No.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Sunday, April 1, 2012
April Fool
Time passes, wounds close, scars set in, and you're left with memory.
It's always memory, isn't it? The brain has that unique capacity to interrupt a perfectly good day with something that cripples you like a bullet to the stomach.
It isn't as bad as it used to be, I admit. But it is also April.
27 days, 16 hours, 30 minutes. Then I can wrest myself out of the grip of the past.
In the meantime, I'll say simply this:
Telling you that I was happy for your new relationship remains, and will remain for a very long time, the most difficult thing I have ever done.
...and I will not lie for the sake of another human being ever again.
- C
It's always memory, isn't it? The brain has that unique capacity to interrupt a perfectly good day with something that cripples you like a bullet to the stomach.
It isn't as bad as it used to be, I admit. But it is also April.
27 days, 16 hours, 30 minutes. Then I can wrest myself out of the grip of the past.
In the meantime, I'll say simply this:
Telling you that I was happy for your new relationship remains, and will remain for a very long time, the most difficult thing I have ever done.
...and I will not lie for the sake of another human being ever again.
- C
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