One of my fellow crazy people who works at an inconvenience store asked me again why I haven’t followed through on my prank. I didn’t have a good excuse now that my eyesight is restored.

What could possibly go wrong if I run up and down Poplar Street or along the trail near my apartment?

Most of the FPD I’ve encountered have been great. Executing this prank will determine with great certainty whether they appreciate the joke.

Even though I have much better necessities to spend my money on, I ordered an orange prison jumpsuit this morning.

I’ll keep you posted. 🙂

PS The excursion train runs in front of my apartment. Maybe they’ll see me soon, waving and running.
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