It was all very simple. I decided I was gonna sleep in a bed cupboard owned by a Swedish police officer. This is indeed a perfect, (and, might I add), very clever way of achieving Swedish police force infiltration galore. Naturally this involves receiving massive amounts of Swedish police documentation in THE mail (that’s right bitches, mail still exists – OFFLINE ). From time to time I’ll pick this documentation UP, and look at it – if that’s not infiltrating the Swedish police force, I don’t know what is?
All this Swedish-police-force-intelligence I receive in my mail, and into my brain while in my bed cupboard, is very much the opposite to the gangsta-hood I come from, and in some ways I feel privileged, like I’ve been given a second chance – an amazing opportunity – the opportunity to get outta da hood, to be a part of something bigger than me – bigger than all of us perhaps?
Thing is though, it’s fucking boring. Will give me a bad sleep at it’s best. So yup. I’ve decided to infiltrate less, and to just….. wait for it…. EXFILTRATE MORE!!! Also, here is an image of an amazing bonfire/firework sesh I went to tonight – good times had by all, to say the least (of course the Swedish police force showed up, no surprises there – I clearly know what they’re up to by now…). YUP, I have an ultra-exciting life. Stay tuned.