My Space

So, I'm sitting under a big willow oak on the capitol grounds watching some weird hippie family walk (tie dye? seriously?) by to my left. After they passed I turned my head and some dude had sat down on the grass a foot away from me! If I hadn't been transfixed by the unwashed communards then perhaps I could have avoided this disaster by flashing this guy my best scowl.

Who does that by the way? We're in a pretty large grassy area under a tree that casts a shadow the size of a baseball diamond and you've got to sit 12 inches away from me? That's too close, man, too close.