Mill Avenue

The night started out normal enough. Abelle and I had big plans to take the new light rail to Mill Avenue in Tempe with Bahhaj, Chris, and Joe. We got to the rail and found out that it quit running in just 2 hours, so we had to drive. Then we ate in a restaurant that was ridiculously maddening. Everything about it came close to destroying my sanity. After we broke out of there, we walked to ASU's campus (particularly the part I like to call Palm Tree Street). When we got to the bridge, Joe refused to go up it. He's afraid of heights. Abelle and I went and dropped her journal off the top (on purpose) and even asked Joe to move it to the part of the lane so it would definitely get run over. It was tremendous. I yelled like a Sandlot kid.

Then we executed my plan, namely: inspiring the city. I had these little bottles to stick passionate messages in and leave them scattered randomly for strangers to find. I just finished hanging my very first one (evidence above), when the cops come romping through on one of the campus's sidewalks! This is true, I swear. Officer Olocovich or some other obscene name like that tells me that he can't allow us to hang messages on trees, asks us for our ID's, and gives us a 7 minute spiel on the kind of creeps that he think we might be. Hahaha.

Then we left Mill and went home, disappointed.