Why not turn around and go? Why come back to this town? It’s nothing special. Because. I have a right to decide for myself whether I’ll stay in it or not. I won’t have somebody decide that for me. But this cop is friendlier than the rest were. More reasonable. Why bug him? Do what he says. Just because somebody smiles when he hands me a bag of shit, that doesn’t mean I have to take it. I don’t give a damn how friendly he is. It’s what he does that matters.
