Long time ago ('89) I took some classes at a community college. One day walking from class to the parking lot, one of the other guys in my class started chatting with me. He enthusiastically told me that he was getting his basic requirements out of the way and was planning to go into the police academy with the very specific intent to become a state patrolman so he could harass hippies driving up and down the Oregon strip of I-5. You could see he got an adrenalin rush just talking about it. Not sure why he chose to talk to me since I was wearing what would later be called grunge clothes and had long hair. I guess it was clear I wasn’t a hippie and that was all he cared about. The guy scared the crap out of me and I did my best to avoid him after that day.
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