Factotum

Fact: The police cannot find you if you have handy camouflage in our backpack.

Fact: You should be a little nicer.

Fact: that second shot was a bad idea.

Fact: somewhere, someone would appreciate this ridiculousness.

Fact: searchlights are at the wrong angle to illuminate the right sorts of canal banks when you’re under the tamarisk.

Fact: I should be a better person.

Fact: Some day I may be.

Fact: I hate police.

fact: Lazy, fat,  fucking pieces of crew cutted shit.

Fact: Used to be one.

Fact: Got home with minor bruising covered in mud.

Fact: The moon was beautiful.

But you know this.

5 Responses to “Factotum”

  1. damn. and all that for going to the WalMarts for some Cool Ranch Doritos and a tin of snuff…

  2. This was a collection of gained experiences over a few years. And a general distaste for lawn forcement.

  3. although i’ve met a few exceptions, many local police types seem to get overly jaded/crunchy with experience – maybe with good reason – and hop the huge fucking powertrip. state cops less so… again, hate to stereotype, but i’m with you. to the point of yelling ‘i smell bacon!’ at the sight of a local attempting a speed trap…

  4. i think it’s just the ego of anyone thinking they know better than I do what I should be doing. I have always had problems with any type of authority, but I especially hate incompetent authority.

  5. do assholes become cops or does being a cop turn people into assholes?

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