sal ganuth

It must have been midsummer or something, the police seemed to be having a real busy time arresting naked young men. This was the third in one day.
There’d been a few calls about a lad streaking around the town centre with a crowd of revellers cheering him on, daring him to run round the square again. And again.
The police arrived when he was just about completing his fifth round. The crowds dispersed quickly, leaving him stood there against a wall, police car headlights lighting up his naked body, being read his rights.
Then off to the police station.