A story of one man bucking a small regulation in his town and the smug satisfaction he still cherishes.
One of my problems is that I internalize everything. I can’t express anger; I grow a tumor instead. ~ Woody Allen
As humans in a free society we are remarkably un-free. We are free in the sense that that we are free to follow the rules. If you break them then you will not be free. And where there’s rules, there are regulations; there are laws. Everything we eat, drink, touch, drive and wear is completely regulated.
There are laws that cover other laws.
And there is legal system to sort it all out.
To put it in context, think about your local restaurant. If it’s like the one in my neighborhood, it has a letter grade hanging in the front window—thanks to a regulation. Its appearance is regulated. Its sanitation is regulated. Its chef is regulated. Its alcohol is regulated. Its equipment is regulated, and even its menu is regulated.
Our streets are regulated and our cars are regulated. So is our water, our gas, even our air is regulated…
And I’m tired of typing “regulated.”
I chafe at all these rules, regulations and laws. Sometimes I don’t want to wear a seatbelt. Sometimes I want to get drunk in public. I envied the guy I saw run shirtless into the outfield of a major league baseball game and I booed the security guys who rounded him up.
Sometime I feel like I’m in a maze and I can’t get out. I get frustrated. I get angry. I’ve got an ANGRY MAN in my head, and the angry man wants to break a few laws—and regulations.
But I won’t. I’m a law-abiding man. A citizen and a man for others. But I had to make a statement, even if it was a tiny whisper of a statement. So I did this:
I went to an office supply store and bought several rolls of tape—one red, one white, a blue and so on and I decorated the no-parking sign at my house.
I marked my turf and I broke a local ordinance by defacing the sign.
Do what I done. And send me a picture. [email protected]
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