I meant to write this yesterday, but it somewhere got lost in the shuffle, cause I felt like i was typing all day non-stop like some kind of extreme typing maniac. Anyway, here it is the next day, getting a fresh start, and I’ll just hammer out this little story fragment and then start back in on my super-extreme data entry.

Right, so back to Monday night. Estimated timeframe, just after midnight. This is a little while after I had smoked my second cigarette with Laura Jane on the benches on the west side of Union Square Park. So there we are, blabbering about conspiracy theories and other dorkish things like that, when a reasonably old man walks towards me. Now, in Union Square Park, theres a lot of crazies and vagrants which will come and accost you, so my guard was up, since it was getting kind of late. But, he was dressed in a purple t-shirt tucked into HUMONGOUS gray shorts which were pulled up almost to his armpits, had gigantic glasses, a silly hat and a huge bag, so my crazy guard went down, cause he seemed completely harmless. So he comes up to me, and says that he’s with the “Park Patrol” and that he’s afraid he’s going to have to issue me a citation. After a little pause, he continued “For sitting with too pretty of a girl.” And proceeded to tear off a little slip of paper from a pad he was carrying. I told him I would be happy to accept my citation and fulfill whatever sentence I had coming to me. Cause he was totally right. It was completely unfair of me to be sitting with that pretty of a girl. Hehe. So, he hands me the little slip of paper, with funny cartoons and checkboxes on it, and explains that he’s collecting money to help the homeless, and for a donation, he would give us a peace sticker. This all seemed like a reasonable trade, so I gave him a dollar, he gave us a sticker, and we all wished each other a good night.