Noxville Tennessee Tyrants

Recently, I found myself with some time to explore Knoxville. It's quite charming and a college town, as I've learned. I dressed casually in my normal, now lifelong, youthful skater attire consisting of Dickies shorts, and on this particular day, a plaid long sleeve shirt, and some tall white socks, with of course, vans kicks. Maybe it looks a little Cholo, but i dig it. I dined at a sushi bar where I gobbled up four spicy, crunchy, tuna rolls and washed them down with two cold Yuenglings. Quite tame by some previous standards. Having had an enjoyable evening, and paying my bill, I tucked that little piece of paper in my wallet and departed on foot as I was lyfting everywhere.

  Suddenly, I was approached by four menacing Knoxville police thugs all tatted up asking for identification, claiming I was in a high crime area, and I shouldn't be walking. I refused to give i.d. as I had not committed a crime and they were clearly profiling me and violating my rights. I will walk where and when I want. As I tired of their Inquisition, accusations, idiocy, and circular conversation, I said goodnight and began walking away when I was tackled and cuffed by these neanderthals. Hence my handsome photo. After going to court, my case was dismissed and expunged. (Thanks attorney James Owens), although a civil rights attorney probably would have taken this pro bono, and smacked them with some serious fines. One thing I couldn't help noticing were all the college youngsters with the very same charges. One after the next, same charges, eagerly pleading guilty. It occurred to me that these so called police continually rake in a tidy profit off these students. Day after day, year after year. I doubt officers will ever stop violating rights anywhere. 

There's no moral to this story except if you look young in Knoxville, mind your P's and Q's.