dear police donation people diary,
my ass is itching and the phone rang earlier and they want me to donate again to some police organization. i cant do it. i'm glad i saved the number in my phone from the last time they called so i didn't have to answer this time. the guy was really super cool about it last time he called though and sounded super sexy. i am NOT a badge chasing whore, i avoid badges and guys with cop haircuts even, because authority makes me anxious. i don't trust anyone with the power to fuck with people and their quiet lives anymore because i've seen how that shit can work man. mother fuckers can and will hide behind a badge- even a boy scout badge. i saw the hero tonight on the way home from dinner, it was an awkward moment in our vehicle- the unibomber not seeing the hero as i didn't see the hero as classical music played loudly on the stereo piped in from XM. the unibomber said nothing and i said nothing and neither of us turned the music down at 5:47PM on the north side of target- as the hero sped into the blinding sun towards the, i'm assuming, awaiting cuntface. i do so hope they make knee pad badges because driving into the sun looks dangerous.