Speaking Of That Idiotic Little Town

How about... I got the cops called on me! Can you believe it? Ok, I was out for a quaint (I love that word.), little walk.

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For those who care, which amounts to exactly zero, that was about 14.2 miles according to Google Maps. Along the way, I picked up a stick that I found to use as a walking stick. The walk took about 4 hours and as I got within 50 yards of the finish, a cop pulls up next to me and turns on his blue lights. "Well this is strange," I thought. "Was I walking too fast?" Nope, I was walking in Cherokee. I think that's a crime within itself. The cop said that he had received a call that there was an escapee walking the streets of Cherokee! The reporter, i.e. idiot, said that the escapee, i.e. me, was wearing an orange prison-issued uniform and carrying a large stick. The stick was a yard long tree branch that would have snapped if I had put too much weight on it and the the outfit was a red Adidas outfit that was paid for by me and not the taxpayers of Alabama. The cop and I had a good laugh about it and I went on my way, but the more I thought about it, the madder I got.

Now I remember why I moved from Cherokee.