i don't know about you, man, but when i'm stoned i can groove on pretty much anything. even getting the shit beat out of me and my ass thrown in jail. that's not an invitation, though.
hahaha, ya man just hang at the park, and eventually they leave you alone, atleast up here in Canada!
Here, I don't have a local park. There is one, but only baseball can be played. And tennis. But if you aren't a part of the local baseball or tennis league, then you are banned. That is of course you aren't like me, and sneak in after 10 when the gates are locked, and bask in the shadows where you can't be seen. I have sat drunk in the park, listening to a cop force me to drive in my vehicle down the road of sheep.....to follow the drunken fools and kill innocent souls rather than sit in the vacant grass. And the public looks down on me for wishing to stay put in the grass, and therefore going to jail. I hate this fucking place of hate and ignoracnce that they call home. I rather choose to have no home, no direction to follow. Only love and passion driving me to my place of stay. To point me in my direction I now ask of no one. Only my soul can drive me home. <<<<<<<I said that