po-po shut us down

first off, i'm home. home sweet home. home in the sense that i grew up here, it is a part of me, and me a part of it. home.

second. within one hour of being home, i got stopped by the cops.
no, i was not doing anything terribly illegal. but it did result in a phone call home for my underage brother, and a very understanding response from my great dad. thanks, dad.

i learned a lot today. in reality, i learned more today than i have in any full week of college. really. here's how it happened.
     i went to the temple this morning. it had been way, way too long. not to preach to the choir, but i suggest you go to the temple. now, tomorrow, and the next day. it was the best experience i've had all month.
     i drove home today. not the whole way, mind you. i had driven this drive before, even taken longer shifts.
     even when on vacation, it is possibly to be shut down by the po po at home.
     i talked to my dad. he's the best. if you ever get a chance to meet him, you'll see why. love you, dad.
     i can see my breath, even in california.
     i am still very much a 'Mac'.

i learned that you can get caught by the po-po; anywhere, and for anything.
they always shut me down. no, i'm not cool. i'm not living on the edge. and i am in no way 'BA'. but i attract them, like bears to honey.

sweeter than honey, was the white house. there the po-po can't touch you. there is peace.