Driving Without Grandure
So on my way home from Suspenders I thought it would be fun driving 80mph in a 25mph. I been through this street many of times different times of the day/night and not once did I ever see a cop. Well my luck ran out of course the one time i actually did some speeding and I went out in style. Went right past a cop. Yea that feeling that hits you when you know you did something wrong and your about to be pulled over. On top of that I had a few beers in me. I wasn't drunk just hyper as hell. So the cop asked for the usual and I gave him my pba card in the mix. He asked me the usual questions like where you are coming from how many beers did i have. So I was good the CIA would be proud of me. I did not mention suspenders at all. THere was no reason to. I was like yea im coming from roselle park. the cop was like your in roselle park. I'm like well i drove through union and elizabeth. Then I came up with some story that i was coming home from work. SO yea i was soo nervous. Thats when he goes so how many beers did u have. So I said 2 and i think i only had 4. So yea he let me go told me he was taking the card and giving it to his delegate and that I should drive more carefully and safely. SO yea I did just that. So my dumb ass calls my step dad to let him know hes going to be getting my pba card for doing 60 or 80 in a 25. So hes gona go to my mom and my mom is surely going to give me shit. Who knows possibly kick my ass out.