h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

 I walked along the beach looking at the life I once had, and who knows, may have again.
My hair is blown rebelliously into the end of a lighted tube, threatening to catch alight. I hate the smell of burning hair.
This wind cuts through my thick jumper but also fills my nose and ears, revitalising them.
I sit down in front of a sign that states; no public access to beach, use footpath.
"What are you doing?".
"Walking my dog".
"you have no dog".
"But if I ahd, would you have stopped me?"
"Is that a cigarette?"
"Yes"
"Do you have a licence for that?
"For what?"
"That dog"
"What dog?"
"Very good sir"
The last time a policeman stopped me he asked me another stupid question. He said "There are only two kinds of people who look round at police cars; the guilty and the innocent".
Then I awoke and realised that I was still walking in the middle of the prohibited road.
My legs were getting tired but I was still a long way from hame and getting further.

Is this a teenage angst thing?

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Yes, it probably is. But I wouldn't know, I'm only a child.
Oops, a bit more angst working its way out there.
No, I had just got very stoned and needed a release.

Consider the lily.

Ahhhhhhhhh.