on the destruction of city property

signs signs everywhere signs...

There are no cars coming. Let’s go.

Joan paused as I strode across the street.

But the light says ‘don’t walk’.

Fuck the light. I don’t stand at stoplights - not when there are no cars around. Come on.

Flailing, Joan bounced after me and we crossed the intersection together.

That’s one for the book of phrases. Everytime I tell my wife something unbelievable you said, she writes it down. She says she could write a book.

I laughed. That’s my book - The Book of Wrong answers, a troll’s guide to arseing up everything.

She tells her friends about you. Neither one of us can believe that you stopped being a the rapist to wait on tables.

I smile when people say this to me. And? I have a standard reply.

I sleep a lot better these days. Sure my bank account is thinner, but my life is much richer now that I’m away from that ugly pit of scorpions.

We kept walking along the lake then through a wooded area. The wooded areas are currently closed due to wildfire threats.

This area?

It didn’t have a sign and …