Talked to a police officer today while I was stopped at the light in front of MrPickle. I asked if they were looking for Mr Pickle.
me: “You guys looking for Mr Pickle ”
officer: “Yes, we are.”
me: “I saw him on flickr”
officer: “Yeah, we checked that out.”
me: “maybe he’s free-basing dill under the bridge”
officer: no reaction
me: “actually, I think he’s a runaway. He’s probably in México, on the beach.”
officer: “yeah, the sombrero.”
light turns green, we smile, I ride up 20th …thinking about Mr. Pickle on the beach in México.