So here’s a story
Reality, at its core

I live in a box.
It overlooks a park.
There is a balcony

I smoke.

I smoke on the balcony.
I get to see a lot of action in the park

This guy he’s havin’ a bad trip
He angry and alone.
He attacks several things in the park before he finds a garbage can.
It tips over, and like gold,
Out fall little plastic bags.
Each one carrying a complete dogshit.
He finds this reasonable, and begins to take the shit out of the bags
He then throws it, angrily, against the wall of the low income housing complex.

Someone calls the cops.

2 show up and promptly have him in cuffs.

One wanders about to see if they have contained the disturbance.
6 more cops show up and jump out of their vehicles.

Walking around, looking about, with great conviction.
One of the cops realizes he has stepped in something.
Then the picture becomes clear…

8 cops bouncing about on one foot,
looking to see if they have stepped in the tossed dog shit.

The guy goes to jail

The cops carry on…

Life is funnier than ?