(In 2004, I was participating in a fanfic in which I played myself, or at least, a cartoon version of myself. In a previous storyline, however, I got killed off. That tends to happen to me rather frequently. So this is how I returned to the land of the living: )
In a park near the neighborhood of the artist's loft:
"Hey! Do you have a permit to sell those balloons here?"
"Well, it is impossible to get such a permit, as since about four years ago it's illegal to actually sell balloons like these...what I am is a beggar who gives out free balloons as advertising. And I have a beggar's permit." I showed the policeman my papers. "Do you want a balloon, sir? Have any kids at home? Expect any children at the station house needing a morale boost?"
"Nevermind. Looks like your stuff is in order."
"Thank you. Have a nice day, anyway."
He strode away, seeking illegally parked cars along the sidestreets.
I can't exactly remember how long I've been here, walking this park every da