Confusion is the 9mm of the ego. It's there and speaks louder than the mouth, lungs or heart. When you feel confused make sure you ask it to go ahead and step behind you. You don't need it.
On the first day of June, a Sunday, Billy and I took off out of the jar on flight F-150, destination Big Mountain Transfer with EuroNate. Please click here and read a full report of the days events as recorded by Billy. The story was amazing and real and so fun it's hard to convey in a written document.
I want to address the legal implications of what we experienced on the Blue Ride Parkway that fine June yesterday. We were stopped not by cops but by our own hippy mechanical systems. So, when I say "we were stopped" I mean literally we had stopped ourselves. Waiting. Chit chatting with Lt. FirstRide and Old Man Hiking Sticks. When I saw a truck hanging onto the hardball surface of the Pkwy with all fours, frame steering towards where it was told but body leaning towards the direction of the Reactive centrifugal force I used my equal and oppostie LOUDNESS to arrest the objects motion. Worked. Full on stoppage. Park Ranger, serious by and for nature, 9mm and Tazer and confusion on his we little belt. He wanted to know what I had yelled and I told him to slow down again. Billy mentioned the fact that he could feel the speed without seeing it but we were assured that the speed limit was 45mph and that he was doing 35mph to maybe 40mph. The little man had further instructions for us to wait, however, for an even more real officer of the law for nature but not natural law to show up, for there were questions about our involvement in an earlier voice box/1st ammendment matter at the scene of a crime that we had passed through in order to still be on our planned route of journey. What?
Lets just stop here and consider two phrases:
A - Probable Cause
and
B - Reasonable Suspicion
Reasonable suspicion is the simmer until reduced gravey of probable cause and they both are and include but are not limited to the following: tie-dye, long hair on boys, short hair on girls, any combination of co-ed activity that does not contain equal parts boy and girl and therfore equal boy and girl parts, tattoos, a lack of reflective gear on your person, liking the Dave Matthews Band, laughing, being a human who hasn't joined the police force, not tucking your shirt in, wearing things like sandals or black skin, talking about good ideas, using biodegradable products, gardening, liking to be around other people without exchanging money, playing the guitar, training a dog to respond to love and not need a leash, using a bicycle in place of an automobile, openly talking about a desire to raise goats and turkeys, not sending text messages while driving at 75mph on a three lane interstate loaded with cars, napping, reading anything besides a value menu, practicing head stands instead of watching the evening news, not washing your jeans/hair, breathing if your not in a suit and tie or pants suit and heels, smiling, mocking hell and fear, giving lunch to a stranger, hula hooping, traveling to places your guts telling you to go, talking story, drinking anything besides MountainDew or Four-bucks coffee, sleeping on the side of a highway in the sun and breeze, staring at a blade of grass blowing in the wind, eating vegetables, and did I mention having black skin or being a black person, especially if youre doing/having anything that a white person may also want to do/have? The list goes on and on and on... so many reasonable reasons to suspect suspects.
We were dealing with confused officers who wanted to make sure that we hadn't yelled anything like, "The only way out is in!" or "I am the love that created me!" or "An eye for an eye will make the whole world blind" or "In God we trust" or any other suspect words.
Ill be frank, they were stoner-hunters on the hunt for stoners. Like mushroom hunters around the patties they troll the Blue Ridge with wide open nets to feed the hungry slot machine that is the economic system that relies on the Prison Industrail Complex, the Military Industrial Complex and the Box Industrial Complex for its momentum.
You all know this.
Im just here to remind you.
This week should provide more details and a further journalistic effort into some other aspects of yesterday, including an interview with real live hippies and filling in the blanks of missing adjectives. Keep your fingers crossed and think good thoughts, it matters like that.
Also, I would like to back up Billy's mention of the Young/Old man. He was a Grandpawson, a variation of both the pa-paw and the junior. Im serious, I saw a young man walk out of the trailor to tell us not to drink Poo2O and then I asked an old man if he had any clean2O. Then a young man told us where we could get clean2O and an old man told us to look close cause it was easy to miss. Old man/young man, thanks for stopping too much fecal from going in my system and thanks for being the oracle of clean spring water. May you live a long/short fulfilling life and grow old/young happily surrounded by such wonderful nature. And may you be the first of many Grandpawson's I meet...
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