smpd

i was waiting at a turn, windows and sunroof open, blasting what can best be described as Techno Banjo, when SMPD rolled on by, window also down.

I can only imagine what went through his mind as he saw me: "zorg-style haircut, techno banjo, smelly hippie beard, luxury car... in san mateo. fuck, no probable cause."

it's probably even more frustrating in SF.