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October 8, 2009
I was arrested today. Punched a busker in the face.

I was walking down the street, quite calmly, when I came to bench, sat down, and started to close my eyes. I always find it easier to sleep when there is background noise. As my brick heavy eyes started to shut, this horrible, screeching noise penetrated my very being. This...idiot was attempting to play the violin. In reality, he was murdering the helpless thing. So I walked up to him, smiled, and punched him straight in the face. My hand hurt like torture afterwards. Never mind.