So, so, so...
I've never been one to contain my contempt for the status quo, but tonight I was brutalized by the man. I propose to you that I was well within my basic human rights as I boarded a taxi home from another night of alcohol-fueled debauchery, certainly. During my trip the taxi was pulled to the roadside by an officer of the law.
I said not a word as the officer berated my chauffer, but when it came to harrassing me, I was less than cooperative. So sure, I say my name, offer my ID, do what anyone would do in light of events.
Next I know, I'm on muy ear, my head is literaly stomped on, and I can't explain it. I can be a foul hurtful ****, but I'm certain that this evening was nothing that warranted this special brand of abuse.
I got home a minute ago, after being dropped on the doorstep of detox, where they tested me and found I was a .067, purely pedantic drinky. I am covered in bruises, head to fuc[/red]king toe, and bleeding from orifices I'd rather not describe.
My anger is more than palpable. I am what I would consider an upstanding citizen, surely above the sort of abuse I reckon is heaped upon brown people. I am fuc[red]king bleeding, for Bob's sake. I ca;;ed the detox center to see whom dropped me off, and not surprisingly they have NO record.
Tomorrow, I'm going to hurt something perty.