On an overcast Sunday morning in September of 2014, I parked my car in a gym parking lot in the San Francisco Bay area, slowly pulled out my phone, looked around to see if anyone was watching, and then allegedly posted this online.
From the comments:
Mike: I’ve got a judge signing a warrant right now.
George: Under a clear blue sky in So Lake Tahoe I checked in with Facebook and allegedly read that.
George: Birds will keep silent about that.
George: And squirrels and pine cones falling.
Zero: Pine Cones Falling would make a great band name.