lent, day 8

i decided to make my walk this evening during the time of choir practice at the williston  federated church.

i was in that choir before i got kicked out of the church. i played guitar with the contemporary team. the people of choir were my closest community.

and so if i am going to make myself a constant reminder to that church that i have been turned away, choir is a good time to go.

and i know they whipped themselves up in fear about it and called the police because i didn't just have drivebys or even hard drivebys, but they parked in lots near where i was and watched me.

slow driveby. park. watch. rinse. lather. repeat.

and after a while the police (two williston cruisers and one statie) had a little conference and i wasn't close enough to hear what they said, but they all got in their cars and drove off.

i am still out there.

i go every day.

until you wish to address the coverup of the assault, nobody is ever going to be allowed to forget. that's all. that's the whole of the threat: i will still be here. you will still have to look at me and know what you did.

i have you pencilled in until easter.

...of 2035.