In 91, August I think, I was at an art fair in Ann Arbor. I had been walking around all the booths with my girlfriend, and we were having a good time. But she had to work, so she left and I was there by myself. Well, I saw this beautiful hand woven American flag, and I just had to buy it before I left. I paid a hefty sum for it ($200), which was alot of money in those days.
Well it was getting late so I started walking outside of the main building. Then I noticed something, a tag on the flag. It was dark so I pulled out my lighter to examine it closer. The flag wasn't hand woven afterall, tag said "Made in China"! So as I stood there, steaming mad, I inadvertantly set the flag on fire. I tried blowing on it, stomping it, swinging it over my shoulder, but the fire wouldn't go out! The dyes in it were highly flammable, nearly impossible to extinguish, yet slow burning. I must have tried to put that flag out for twenty minutes. I noticed a cop just standing behind me staring, not even willing to lend me a hand in putting out the fire. Then out of nowhere, some idiot tackled me to the ground, and started punching me in the neck, face, and stomach. I tried to tell him to stop, but so much blood was coming out of my mouth I couldn't talk. I was beaten into a bloody pulp.
So that was my experience with freedom of speech.