Son... Of A Bitch!!!
Ok... so for starters I awoke Sunday with a really bad vibe that something bad or wrong was going to happen to me this week. And sure enough shit starts to go wrong. First off I haven't felt in the best of moods because of this damn bad vibe hanging over my head, then I had nothing go according to plan on monday and I almost lost my mom's work key which would have cost a shit load of money to replace, and change the locks. But then there was today where I was on my way home and I get pulled over. Well needless to say I got a ticket for running a red light on a right hand turn going off of Star Rd onto Old Redwood. When I didn't run it, I stopped I swear I stopped. And it didn't help that the cop was being a total dick! And he was being biased about me being a driver for a little less than a year since he said and I quote,
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen sir."
"How long have you had your license?" and before I could even answer he looked at my license and said,
"Oh not even a year, go frickin figure!"
And as soon as he said that I knew right away no matter what I said wouldn't of mattered cuz he was determined to give me that damn ticket, I think it was because it is almost the end of the month a he needed his quota, that shouldn't be legal the whole damn quota thing!
Oh and on top of that I was so damn nervous cuz I never have been pulled over (well for something I didn't do and wasn't prepared for) and I couldn't find my damn registration paper so I was trying to answer his damn questions he is cramming down my fucking throat, and find my registration at the same time, that I couldn't even think straight. But then it gets better! Oh yes it does... So he runs my vin number and plates and says they don't match and that the owner is the guy I bought it from, my friend Ryan, and of course the cop is being totally nice now since I noticed he had half of my damn fucking ticket written up already which makes him happy to get closer if not already now meeting that damn quota. So ya I just can't wait to see what fucking tomorrow holds for me, hmm... maybe I could get mugged that would top off tomorrow nicely. Hip-fucking Hooray!
"How old are you?"
"Nineteen sir."
"How long have you had your license?" and before I could even answer he looked at my license and said,
"Oh not even a year, go frickin figure!"
And as soon as he said that I knew right away no matter what I said wouldn't of mattered cuz he was determined to give me that damn ticket, I think it was because it is almost the end of the month a he needed his quota, that shouldn't be legal the whole damn quota thing!
Oh and on top of that I was so damn nervous cuz I never have been pulled over (well for something I didn't do and wasn't prepared for) and I couldn't find my damn registration paper so I was trying to answer his damn questions he is cramming down my fucking throat, and find my registration at the same time, that I couldn't even think straight. But then it gets better! Oh yes it does... So he runs my vin number and plates and says they don't match and that the owner is the guy I bought it from, my friend Ryan, and of course the cop is being totally nice now since I noticed he had half of my damn fucking ticket written up already which makes him happy to get closer if not already now meeting that damn quota. So ya I just can't wait to see what fucking tomorrow holds for me, hmm... maybe I could get mugged that would top off tomorrow nicely. Hip-fucking Hooray!