As I was walking around the corner of Washington to Michigan Avenue to venture over to a new office space, I happened to see a fella across the intersection trying to get the attention of the sheriff stopped at the light. He says, motioning at the officer to get their attention, while waving his middle finger -
"hey, hey! yeah, you. fuck you. fuck you."
and then he kept walking.
"I got to let them know how I feel, you know?" he says, as he walks by me, "I'm even filling out a police complaint form right now." he shows me the sheet, and he is in fact in the middle of filing complaint paperwork.
the sheriff just kept driving, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
because, in fact, this is Ypsi, and it isn't out of the ordinary.
truly a poetic display of speaking truth to power, however bluntly.
sometimes you just gotta say what you mean, you know?
"hey, hey! yeah, you. fuck you. fuck you."
and then he kept walking.
"I got to let them know how I feel, you know?" he says, as he walks by me, "I'm even filling out a police complaint form right now." he shows me the sheet, and he is in fact in the middle of filing complaint paperwork.
the sheriff just kept driving, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary.
because, in fact, this is Ypsi, and it isn't out of the ordinary.
truly a poetic display of speaking truth to power, however bluntly.
sometimes you just gotta say what you mean, you know?
