i hate how ten years ago i was illegally forcibly searched before high school every day until i decided to stop going, and how twenty minutes ago i decided to call, at his house, the police officer detective chief who spearheaded this campaign, and how i got to hear him happy with his family and how he could only maintain the selfishly false, delusional belief that he did the right thing, when in fact i violated no laws and was singled out in the fear wake of post-columbine america.
the very people entrusted to protect us, ruining lives through the casual manipulation and misrepresentation of information to promote an image of criminality, and paint oneself in the gold-flecked paint of heroism.
something's gotta turn out right.