GO OUT. SCREAM. MAKE THEM UNEASY. DESTROY THE ORDER. THREATEN THE SYSTEM. B R E A K T H E R U L E S. BECOME THE OTHER THEY TREMBLE BEFORE. MAKE THEM HATE YOU. FEAR RESULTS IN VIOLENCE BUT YOU CAN MAKE THEM AFRAID EVEN OF TRYING TO VIOLATE YOU. WE ARE OPPRESSED BUT WE ARE STRONG. WE DO NOT APOLOGIZE. WE WILL RIDICULE THE SYSTEM. WE WILL LAUGH AT RULES. WELCOME TO THE CHAOS. HERE, ALL OUR ACTIONS MAKE SENSE BUT NEVER CONFORM. BREAK FROM THE CONDITIONING. EMBRACE THE ENDLESS FREEDOM AND FULL HONESTY. THERE'S NO PLACE FOR DELICACY AND HALF-ASSED REVOLUTIONS. FUCK LAWS. FUCK RESPONSIBILITIES. FUCK THE POWER. WE ARE THE RAW CORE OF HUMANITY. WE KNOW THE CONSEQUENCES, BUT WE CHOOSE THE TRUTH. ENOUGH POINTLESS APPEARANCES AND PRETTY WORDS. ENOUGH FEAR AND DOUBT. RISE, THE CHANGE IS NOW. TO BUILD ANEW, WE NEED TO DESTROY. ART IS THE PLATFORM FROM WHICH TO DO IT. ART REMAINED THE MOST FREE. ART IS DESTRUCTION. OUT OF THE ASHES, NEW HUMANITY CAN FLOURISH.

BREAK THE RULES.

NOW.

GET UP AND REVOLT.

WITH YOUR PEN AND PAPER.

Lets get this straight, I don't break rules. Rules are made so life as we know it, runs smoother, runs legally. With that being said, let's try to break some rules! 

What should we do first? Rob a bank? Go braless? Don't wear a seatbelt? Do illegal drugs? Don't go to work, no call, no show?

What is your idea of breaking the rules? Something extreme or something tame? Let's start with something tame, see how we like it, how it makes us feel. Then we can move on to something that is milder, then build your way up to the more excessive rule breaking.

I don't really know what rules to break. I could go braless in public, I'm not sure how strangers would like it, but I know I would love it. Hate wearing bras, hate it. I saw a woman in a restaurant last week, she had no bra, just a cami top, yoga pants and flip flops. I had to do a double take, wow, she must of been feeling free! But something about her appearance, in public, in a restaurant, made me feel uncomfortable.

I could smoke some pot, without a medical marijuana card. That's too tame though huh? I could never ever stick a needle in my arm, so meth, etc is totally out. I'm over 21 so I'm allowed to drink alcohol legally.

This is really hard, breaking the rules. Hmmm...I could not show up to work, I would get a slap on the hand, I'm expendable at work, one of many, so no trouble there.

I would not rob a bank, don't need cash that bad to risk prison time, give up my freedom for money that won't make my life better. That would be a temporary fix, a bunch of cash on hand to do what I want, where I want. What do I need material items for, dont need, don't want. I could use the bank robbery score on the needy. Give to those who don't have. Give, help, volunteer to those who are less fortunate than I am. That I would love. Humans, animals, anyone or anything that are neglected, that are forgotten. If I was guaranteed to not get caught, I would rob a bank and give all the proceeds away to charities.

This is too damn hard, breaking rules. Too much thinking involved, too much planning. I think I will just do the cowardly or sane thing, live with my rules, the rules of my employer, rules of society. Be normal, plain but safe and secure. 

10 years ago I used to do a very bad thing and it is time to fess up and take responsibility.

I used to go after work to a 24 hour internet cafe in Los Angeles. I had to wait a few hours for my train home, so I would bide my time there. There were an eclectic group of customers that would wander in and out during the late night hours (they definitely weren't church going Republicans, if you must know). Occasionally, the cops would come by and roust people outside for no apparent reason but to look like they were doing something. One time I took a cigarette break during one of these "shows of farce-uh, force". I stood a bit away, minding my own business when a backup cruiser pulled in. A female cop was driving with a caffeine jacked white cop in the passenger seat. He looks at me and I look him square in the eyes. He didn't like that. Now, I'm a 6'1" medium build white guy, but I dress down, kinda bummy, when traveling with cash in L.A. I have no criminal record, so I have nothing to be nervous about. The cop confronts me, "Where do I know you from?", trying to get a reaction from me. I say, " I don't know, I stopped going to gay bars years ago". For a second, I thought I might have gone too far, but his partner lost it, choking on her laugh, " Ah, he got you good!" I looked him in the eyes, until he released his glare, finished my cigarette and went back inside.

Now typically, when you check in for a computer there, all manner of screens are left open from previous customers, even email accounts. Here's where I come to my mea culpa. One night there happened to be an account open for a Craigslist escort! I sat there reading that ad and my devious mind went into play. Hmm. It was a week night, I think the rate was too high. So I edited one add to read $24.99 per hour discount if you "had a bright, red apple for your "naughty teacher". Another add, I titled "Farmer's Wife" and described her, 'with an ass as big as a barn" and suggested "let's make hay". I imagined the call taker thinking that their might be a full moon, because all the callers were nuts that night or a sudden rush of customers at 7/11 buying red apples.

I did this off and on for a month, but I think they figured out why the ads were being edited, for I stopped finding open email accounts.

I regret what I did now and if I get hit in the head with an apple or two, I'll understand that I probably deserve it. And to the girl I advertised as a "fat ass", I apologise, it wasn't that large, maybe only as big as a tractor.