Sunday, May 15, 2005

From A Dietrich's, Darkly.

It's 10:41pm,
I'm sitting in a Tustin strip-mall leeching Wifi from the good folks at Dietrich's Coffee. They're still open, but they close at 11, two squad cars just pulled in to see what I am up to and so I'm crapping my pants a bit. I just wanted to check my mail and browse a little, no harm no foul. the two squads are right beside me and probably running my plates as we speak. Should I get out, go buy a cup of coffee and look like I'm not suspicious? I'm calling Tony to look like everything is cool.

We'll see.

1 comment:

Mr. DNA said...

If you keep this up you will be a prisoner.