I went to Gerrard Square on Saturday and I was in there for only about 5 minutes. When I came out there was a damn Metro cop writing a parking ticket. So I went up to him and said, "Come on, how about giving a guy a break?" He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called him a pencil-necked member of the Klu Klux Klan. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tyres! So I called him a fucker piece of horse-shit. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windscreen with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket, for the cracked windscreen! This went on for about 20 minutes. The more I abused him, the more tickets he wrote. "Fat bástard" I screamed at him. Yet another ticket. "Fat bástard with a small cock!" I shouted again. His hand wrote furiously as his neck went a deeper shade of purple and his blood pressure mounted and his breathing got heavier. I then quickly walked off to my own car and hastily drove away.... I try to have a little fun each day. It's very important.