Fifth Post

I saw somebody get arrested this afternoon. I don't really know what was up, but it was almost pathetic. The kid didn't seem dangerous at all. He just seemed confused. If I were getting arrested, I'd be fucking pissed. Your name goes in the records, and so you're pretty much fucked because people know where you are. Like that damn carnival. There was this fortune teller who kept staring at me like she knew who I was or something. I don't believe in that stuff, but I swear, she knew something. That's some scary shit.