My own personal riot

Sophie’s coming over tonight and we’re going to bash pots and pans together in protest of what’s happening across the street from me at Rigaer Straße 94. It's my own personal riot, and I can’t hide in my home any longer, I’m developing PTSD from the stress and noise. There’s always the possibility I might get swept up in the chaos and arrested, but with luck that won’t happen. I have no intention of doing anything violent aside from making some irritating noise with kitchen accoutrements.

Police here are impossibly good looking, by the way. I have no idea what the deal is, it’s like they have a departmental hotness contest going on, or they all participate in a calendar project to raise money. Hard to keep from staring. I would take photos but don't want to draw attention to myself. Trust me, it's some serious, hardcore, riot-gear-wearing eye candy.