What's going on?

I'm still sitting there, completely lost in my own world, my heart pounding, my head in a fog... and suddenly I think to myself: Huh? What's going on?

Two cops come around the corner.

I squint against the light, trying to get my bearings—and they stare at me like I'm the final boss of the night. They're babbling something about exhibitionism and “public indecency... something.” No idea, I didn't catch half of it anyway, my head was still in rave mode.

Then they say, “Hands up!”

At first, I just stared stupidly. Zero reaction. And suddenly one of them is seriously holding his fucking gun in my face.

That sobered me up a bit, I tell you.

So arms up. Very slowly.

Yeah... and of course. That meant everything was visible—down there, where I had been busy with my fingers a moment ago.

But honestly?

It's your own fault, guys. You'll just have to live with it now.