I once walked into the Santa Cruz Ca Police Dept and asked to be arrested.
I've done a lot of strange things. I forgot this one until I saw this thread. There was hardly no one there- it was the middle of night- early morning.
'What do you want to be arrested for?" One little desk and she was it.
"I don't know; I'm sure I'm guilty of something."
"You have to do something."
"Well, like what?"
'Commit a crime."
"I've commited them!"
"Where, what, when?"
"In...general."
"If you haven't done anything you have to leave."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, go home."
I stood there confused.
"Can't you find something? Surely there's something."
"Go home."
"But"
"Go home."
I thought of breaking the window, but that seemed cheap to me. If I couldn't be arrested on a grander scale, on general principle I did not wish to go. Besides, breaking the window was destructive. I was not in one of my destructive moods. I was feeling very small.
I went home and got drunk.
"If the police don't want me- I must carry on."
My roomates agreed.
The Santa Cruz Police Department probably did not wish to deal with the University any more than they had to. I reeked of university. I'm sure that was it.
A few years later, when I no longer reeked of knowledge, they didn't mind harrassing me at all, but that's another story...,
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