FearUncertaintyDoubt

Don’t celebrate

Don’t ask

Don’t smile

Don’t hope

Don’t create

Don’t think

Don’t be

Turn off, Tune out, Drop in

The U.G.L.Y. people have the floor now. 

& the streets are lined with ways to criminalize the willing….

(Although common sense should have hinted to her that she was looking for what she found. Dressed thata way in an airport today?  It ain’t right, but it’s might and it’s now.)

One time, lots a years ago, in Lancaster CA, for no logical reason that I could think of later, while taking a drive with my best gal, I drove up a desert path leading to a prison fence and then drove along it…following the path that would lead eventually back out to the road.

To clarify before I yarn any further:  It was normal for me to head off-road at the drop of a hat in California, there’s just far too many opportunities for the curious to venture down unnamed roads.  That’s one of the things I miss.  Un-posted land on which to adventure….

So that day I was just stupid, irrational & curious I guess.  Well, duhh…next thing there’s a cop in the rearview flashing his lights…and my lady is beginning to tear-up…’cause she’s known the whole time that I was being a dumb shitt.  Cop struts up, hand on gun, opens my door, says get out, frisks me, searches the entire car, leaves my bride alone thankfully, couple dozen inmates 50 feet away inside something like three rows deep of…what, 12-15 foot razor wire fence, catcalling and yelling, “Bring them in here…blah blah!”  I’m not scared yet ~~ more proof of just how stupid I was at the time, more fascinated than anything…but leery of the future.  I show cop my license & military ID, cop gives me that intent, …looking for cracks in my story, on the job stare.  The military ID (& the fact that, as absurd as it was at the time in everybody’s eyes including the inmates who got a big kick out of the whole incident, I actually really was just curious and nothing more) is what I think saved my ass from serious harassment and other bad stuff like charges and jail time.

…So he maketh me to follow him around to the front where guards in towers aim rifles at us for effect, …my best girl still a little bit teary-eyed in the front seat ~~ adding more credence to my clearly dim-witted notion.  After all is said & done and I explain my ignorance of the situation to this intelligent & well mannered but thorough cop, …he informs me that people drive up to the prison fence to throw drugs to the inmates and then attempt to drive off.  Said they see it all the time.  That’s what they figured I was doing.   …Go figure. 

[FWIW] Moral of the story:  The girl, although she’s probably a groovy, kinda stubborn, kinda rebellious & studious renaissance youth worthy of our love and admiration as a dying breed, …went into that airport looking for the trouble she found.  So be it. 

Peace.