i, bored with my usual route, went off the beaten path. i stopped and spoke to the man on the bicycle. offered him a cigarette. two. the unmarked sheriff car drove by, went to the end of the street, u-turned and pulled to the curb.
he, the guy in the patrol car, looked at me when driving by, probably wondering what i was up to, a camera and tripod set up in the middle of the street, talking to and smoking with some rastafarian dude on a bike.
it was none of his business...
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