Criminal Offense

Written by Jesse

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Tuesday night I hunted around for a camping spot till late. I finally ended up on a little piece of grass at the East end of the beach in Ocean Springs, right at the front gate to the USM Gulf Research Center. One of the Ocean Springs residence actually showed it to me and said the USM students actually use it to camp. I slept all night Tuesday there, so when I needed a place on Wednesday night, I went back. Well wouldn’t you know it, a cop shows up about 1am and runs me off of public land. I know that cops have a difficult job, but he gives me this speech – that sounded like he was repeating something a superior said – how they have had every low life, drug dealing, scammer being a problem and so they now close the beach at 10pm. I guess he couldn’t tell the difference between me and a drug dealer. So I ended up trading the roar of the ocean, the cool sea breeze and moonlight for the rumble of diesel engines, the smell of exhaust and parking lot lights on a stretch of grass at the Fleet truck stop that I had scouted earlier in the day. Needless to say, I was not a happy camper. The good thing is that I scouted this for a shower in the morning, this way I was already there.


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  1. Ian H says:

    Fuckin cops…
    But yea you do look like a crazy drug dealer (lol j/k)

  2. Craig says:

    Hilarious! You weren’t trying to sell bags of sugar, or oregano to the neighboring campers were you?

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