When the cops showed up, you did what nearly every slimeball does- you laid back, put on a calm face, and acted nice and chill. The opposite of how you had been for the past half hour, as you yelled at and berated the woman sitting on the sidewalk next to you. You seemed calm, almost smug, laying back with your arms behind your head, acting like you hadn’t just thrown her purse into the street after you didn’t like her answers.
Your girl took that chance to get the hell away from you, and now after the police left, you’ve decided that you’ve gotten pretty comfy in that spot, sprawled out barefoot on the sidewalk. Must be the fallen leaves underneath your head and back.
I’m sure you’ll figure it out, sooner or later, because your leaf bed hides several piles of human shit. You’re laying in it right now.