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Oct 20, 2005 06:03

101 dollars for speeding. That is what ticket I was just handed a few minutes ago reads. Why 101? Does the Seattle Police Department have a secret Disney connection or does that dollar really add up with every ticket they give. Why not 102? Who is going to question 102? The police officer charged me for 10 miles over the speed limit in other words 40 in a 30. If I were going 5 miles over the speed limit would the fine 50.50? I doubt it. Dam!

I was feeling good rushing out of the gym I threw my bag into the backseat and hoped into the car. Along with the bag was my black sweater I had worn into the gym, but it was unneeded now. Blood was still coursing through my body keeping the night airs temperature unnoticeable.

I cruised out of Ballard down Market Street, the diver side window down letting the cool air enter my nose. The smell was sweet like mint. At the steep hill that separates Market from 45th St. I hit the accelerator. The car flew up the hill. Then I released the gas to let the car adjust to a slower speed as I always do when I drive on hills. That’s when the flashing lights came. And all that was good about the evening came to an end.

Whenever you think you’re on top the world there is always someone there to put you in your place. Life is such a joke. Fuck 101 dollars.
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