Apparently, they're telling the cops to shoot me in the head.
Big backpack? Check!
Wires protruding from it? Check!
Looking nervous? (If I've had a few) Check!
Sweaty? (It's fucking 95 degrees out. Of course i'm sweating.) Check!
Fuck. Remind me to smile at the nice
fascist officer. Looks like we're gonna have a few dead rivetboys on our hands by summer's end unless the NYPD are smart enough to ignore this garbage.