I was going streaking through a city urban/sub-urban area; I was waving around a hoodie or some kind of piece of clothing over my head like yeee-haw cowboy.  I got honks and shouts from passer-bys; it was like a celebration. I had my wallet covering up my crotch area. Then I saw a white cop-car down the road. I turned down a street and ran, just sort of continuing my jaunt, not frantically trying to escape, just hoping I would avoid detection at least a bit longer.  So I guess the cops spotted me and soon pulled up next to me; I was calm.  I seemed to get some forgiveness & respect from them. They could tell I wasn’t drunk or dangerous.  The cop was a young guy. He said something to me which made it clear I wasn’t in serious trouble.

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