This week, I went out on a beer run. Not far, I can see the store from my kitchen window. But, a coupla cops came at me fast on the way back. Coupla questions, flashlight in my face. Nothing more than a case of mistaken identity & ‘I match the description’. Could’ve happened to anybody. Right?
But, I had this feeling at the time. Justice is there for me. Might take some time, but justice is there. I called it a feeling because it’s like an unconscious thought – I know how arrogant that sounds.
Not everybody gets that. That feeling.
I wish I could change that.
–The 8th Letter of the alphabet