I'm trying to do a bit of an experiment where I write on the same topic every night after tech, just to see what happens. Tonight though, tech was rough and I'm not feeling it.
Which is all I was thinking about on my commute home actually - was how much I didn't want to write about my commute home and what I wanted was a beer and some food.
So: beer drunk, food eaten, now - my commute home.
There is a parking lot that you will pass on your left side when East on Powell that belongs, I believe, to an office of some kind. Maybe a dentist. This parking lot is at roughly 21st and Powell. Every day and every night, there is a white police car in this parking lot.
As far as I can tell, there is never an actual police officer in this car, but the car does move about the parking lot. Some days its very close to the (dentist?) office and some days it's posed as if on the verge of pulling out and chasing you down for not wearing your seat belt. Some days the inside is all fogged up (please, draw your own conclusions) and some days it looks lonely and frosty.
I'm always afraid that tonight will be the night this phantom cop car will turn on some lights and come after me.
Like the pale green pants with nobody inside them.
(NOTE: when I told Roommate Moraru I was thinking about writing about "that cop car on Powell," she immediately knew what I was talking about. And she hates it too.)
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