Walking in a park with a guy. He has a football and we start throwing it around. The valve is messed up, and I have to blow it up every time. He sees some cops, panics, and gives me one of his joints to hold. It starts falling apart, and I toss it behind some grass by a fence as I’m walking away. On the other side of the park the cop is hassling some guys. I walk around some piles of laundry, trying to look like I have a purpose.
My exciting life, this place