Blog #3- F*** Off
Thank god the police had come just a few days earlier. Their questions would be a lot harder to answer now. When they came by the cutlery museum I put up with their questioning for a bit, but soon enough they were beginning to get on my already fraying nerves and I basically told them to fuck off. I actually did tell them "fuck off". Luckily, right as the bigger officer's face was contorting into what was sure to be a mighty scolding, the other officer caught a hint of the weed and they took off towards the back. Their pursuit of the kids left them in no mood to deal with my "bullshit" as they called it. Today, on the other hand, started out much better. My mom and I actually had a nice conversation this morning over our mutual hate of Councilman Randall and and feta cheese. Then I had an amazing conversation with my boss, Bret. Not amazing really, but any interaction with him leaves me hot and flustered. I don't know what it is about him. He's not...