White Hot Hate, Love Italy

I was accosted by police tonight.

I’m so angry…so incredibly angry, and yet I feel nothing. As if I was upon the Beach of Nothingness–white sands and an ocean infinite. Just me and white sands.

I’m seething. The more I think about it, the more angry I become and the deeper a rage I experience. And yet, I feel nothing.

What was my crime? Playing acoustic music at a stop light too loud. It was so loud that the three other people in the car and I were enjoying random small talk at normal speech volume. It was so incredibly offensive as to warrant two police cars to pull me over and assault my eyes with their flashlights and my reason with their demagoguery.

A hate so pure…

Oh, and by the way…I’m not white, I’m italian, fucker.

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One Response to “White Hot Hate, Love Italy”

1. Bake Says:
   October 22nd, 2007 at 9:07 pm

   I miss this kind of thing, Griff.

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