Candy Criminal

My trip to DC could have been worse. I could have been questioned by the FBI, and then been arrested for eating candy in a subway station.

That cinches it. Next time I'm in Washington, to hell with their tourist attractions, mass transit systems, and Hoover buildings. I'm just going to see if I can find Dischord records, make friends with Ian MacKaye, and hang out with some of the city's more respectable citizens.