So there I was, down by the river, like I am every single day, enjoying myself, writing in my little sketchbook thingy. Sitting in the sunlight and the wind. And then a couple of stupid cops come down and make everybody leave the beach area, claiming that we’re not supposed to be there, blah blah blah. Some bullshit. I even saw him look at some kid’s ID, which is a joke. Its a fucking beach. I think this may somehow relate to whatever reason I saw those kids getting arrested by the broken out cars up at the corner yesterday. Maybe there’s been something going on down there, and they’re just putting some heat on the spot until it blows over. I hope so. I ain’t having no fucking fat fucking pigs coming down here to blow my favorite fucking thing in all of New York for me. No fucking way! Luckily, after they bounced us, I just walked down to another spot I know and sat down there. Goddamn it! Cops make me so mad, cause the only interaction I ever have with them is to try to stop me from doing something that is perfectly normal and legitimate and good. Fucking pisses me off to no end. I don’t need no fucking retarded government telling me where I can and can’t sit. I’m a grown goddamn man for chrissake!