“What do you believe in?” I meekly stammered out some kind of I-don’t-know reply, but he kept putting on the creepy hippie pressure, becoming more aggressive, “Do you believe in peace and love, or war???” he demanded. I managed to whisper, “Peace and love,” but his putting me on the spot made me feel like shit. Like, just leave me the fuck alone and let me enjoy sitting in the woods.
