[anomalia]

There's this thing I do when I find myself in town with nothing to do, and the circumstances are right.

I, with my ponytail, leather gloves and mirrored shades, am considered a suspicious character in hickville.

It all started one day when I was about to cross the street, when a cop pulled up at that very intersection.
I took my glasses off and we made eye contact, so I put on my best "Oh shit!" look and ran like hell from him.

I was having so much fun when he called for some backup.
They headed me off near a library and asked me why I was running. I replied, "To see if you would chase me."
They searched me and found nothing. Then proceeded to take me in for a few hours (which I thought was far too long) and found no previous criminal charges.

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