F*CK THE POLICE
I woke up at 2:30AM. This is where my darkness lives. At 2:30 in the morning. The darkness is my mind thinking about how I have ruined my life. Some call it anxiety. We all suffer.
I wake up depressed most mornings. I don’t know why. I usually go for a walk and then drink strong coffee which releases some dopamine. My mood changes to a normal human being, thank God. The life of a four on the Enneagram.
I couldn’t fall back asleep and stayed in bed until 4:00 AM watching people dance on TikTok. Once I realized there was no more sleep to be slept I decided to go to Waffle House because they have waffles.
The first Waffle House was take-out only. Horseshit. I wanted to eat and write in my journal at the same time. So, back in the car. I pivoted and decided to ride by the 24-hour McDonald’s for a biscuit and iced tea. Closed. I drove to another 24-hour dinner. Closed. Fucking virus. Another McDonald’s. System down for an hour. After two more places I found a McDonald’s open and ordered an egg and cheese biscuit and iced tea. It was gross.
While driving home from the Waffle House/McDonald’s scavenger hunt I rode past an electrical box on the side of the road near. Someone had spray painted “Fuck the Police Forever” on it. It caught my attention.
Who wrote that? I wondered.
I wonder if that person really hates the police or was trying to be cool. I wonder if they are filled with anger or love the rush of adventure. I wonder if they are a girl or a boy. I wonder too much. I wonder if I wonder too much.
What caught my attention was the addition of the word “Forever” at the end. Bold. Permanent. Interesting.
When I was in high school, I used to do ride-alongs with the police in downtown Atlanta. I got to see what they see. Once we were called to a dispute between a woman and a man. When we pulled up the woman ran over to me and begged for help. The man had stolen her cocaine and she wanted it back. So, she called the police.
Another time I was attacked by a dog while the officer went inside and took a knife away from a man hiding in the attic hopped up on meth. I also saw a decapitation from a motorcycle accident and had to clean piss off the back seat of the police car because some dude got pissed. Literally.
I remember experiencing the tension between the police officer and the public. It was a very interesting dynamic. Both scared. Both trying to figure out what the next move would be. Fascinating.
I don’t know who wrote Fuck the Police Forever, but I would love to meet them and grab a beer. I bet they have an interesting story.
Trey
