It's amazing how something as simple as the threat of a ticket, a jaywalking ticket to be exact, can take away one's ability or will to think for himself.

How often do people get jaywalking tickets anyway? Is it really such a threat?

I've lived in LA for 2 and a half years and free-thinker that I am, even I have submitted to this behavioural modification therapy without even realizing it.

When I go to the east coast, people look at me like there's something wrong with me as I stand on the curb and wait for the little white man to tell me it's ok to cross the street even though there are no cars in sight.

And speaking of that little white man that tells you when to walk and when to sit like a good little doggy, I'm surprised that no one has attacked that convention, that subliminal oppression of the masses by the not so little white man.

I'm digressing. It's what I do.

Well, it's one of the things that I do.

My mind wanders now just like it does when I'm standing on that curb waiting as a world of nothingness doesn't zoom by even though I'm waiting patiently, silently as has been dictated by the man who's busy creating one sheep at a time and all I can say is "Baaaaaaa"




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