I was riding this motorcycle with a backpack full of groceries on my back and the outfit was very hot.

A couple of cops pulled me over in a rural valley and had me sit away from the motorcycle while they sat a little ways away and chewed their cud.

I was watching a cat across the road which was clinging to the top of some tall grass (cattails if you must) staring at me. Another cat was jumping high on the tall grass to get in position to lick the first cat's fur. I was fascinated by this and tried to get my Dad's attention but he missed it; he was watching the people. Scattered across the valley were people, sitting out on chairs, brought out by some sporting event, televised I assume.

What were they holding me for? I hadn't done anything wrong, I thought.

I stared at the motorcycle until it started turning into big green pixels that represented how long it had been sitting there.