14th Incident

"You don't belong on the sidewalk!"

It's something I don't hear very often...never really. Mostly cuz I'm never on it. But I was today. And Mr. Man was none too happy about it.

He accused me of not announcing my whereabouts, which most certainly was not the case. But his wife was yakking. And he was in lalaMittyland.

I side stepped the police department on Mass Ave escorting the Turkish demonstrators away from the embassy. And I stopped for a photo op with BabyBoo in front of his home embassy.

And that's not even counting the incident on 14th. I was still a bit shaken from that. I heard "Dyke, Suck, Bitch" the rest was indistinguishable. But peripherally I felt the lunge for the street. And instinctively, or protectively maybe, I pulled my shell into my shell and awaited the blow. He went for the biker behind me, but did nothing. And neither did the cops watching the show from U.

So excuse me for invading YOUR sidewalk MadAss. The street was angry today. You were too, but I'll take that chance. Happy Easter. CHRIST.