Under the Bridge

June 6, 2014

About three miles away from my house is one of my favorite places and the only access is through a park. There's a bridge that has large enough concrete beams underneath to sit on and having nice weather yesterday, I decided to take a walk over there.

When I got there, there was a town landscaping man and I think he called the police because he saw me lurking through the back bushes. I made my way to the far corner under the bridge and as I was about to leave, I saw the police car next to the opening in the parking lot. This is when I decided to sneak up the side of the bridge and walk the busy street.

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