no turn on red.
since WHEN is there a "no turn on red" sign at the corner of delaware and broad streets?!
i picked up shelley and we decided to go to hollywood to cure my craving for the the san fransico cob salad. i sat at the light at the aforementioned intersection and decided to go. and then all of a sudden there were flashing red lights behind me! i pull over and hear "may i see your liscense, registration and insurance please?". i give it up and the good 'ole cop takes his freaking good 'ole time (20 minutes) writing my ticket. did i cry? hell no. instead i decided to make a mockery of the situation...the first thing i mentioned so shell was the fact that i, a young white girl, was pulled over by a black cop. racial profiling? i think so ;) then i decided to list the other things that he could be taking care of in woodbury. i betcha down the street there was a drug deal doin'. could he bust that? nooooooooo. he had me pulled over for a fucking "no turn on red'. that baby over there had herion in it's diaper, i just know it! ugh. like i said to shelley...i should put a tape recorder in my truck for situations just like that one...i say the funniest shit. i had her cracking up so bad that the 2 old men (possible pimps?) were staring at us. ugh.
so anyway, i believe that for every good thing that happens, 3 bad happen as well.
the good: kris.
the bad: pete passed away, i got a fucking ticket and....i forget. i'll remember tho.
yea, my friend from baltimore, pete, was found by his girlfriend on tuesday in his apartment. i think he killed himself. they won't know for a while.
anyway, bed.
i picked up shelley and we decided to go to hollywood to cure my craving for the the san fransico cob salad. i sat at the light at the aforementioned intersection and decided to go. and then all of a sudden there were flashing red lights behind me! i pull over and hear "may i see your liscense, registration and insurance please?". i give it up and the good 'ole cop takes his freaking good 'ole time (20 minutes) writing my ticket. did i cry? hell no. instead i decided to make a mockery of the situation...the first thing i mentioned so shell was the fact that i, a young white girl, was pulled over by a black cop. racial profiling? i think so ;) then i decided to list the other things that he could be taking care of in woodbury. i betcha down the street there was a drug deal doin'. could he bust that? nooooooooo. he had me pulled over for a fucking "no turn on red'. that baby over there had herion in it's diaper, i just know it! ugh. like i said to shelley...i should put a tape recorder in my truck for situations just like that one...i say the funniest shit. i had her cracking up so bad that the 2 old men (possible pimps?) were staring at us. ugh.
so anyway, i believe that for every good thing that happens, 3 bad happen as well.
the good: kris.
the bad: pete passed away, i got a fucking ticket and....i forget. i'll remember tho.
yea, my friend from baltimore, pete, was found by his girlfriend on tuesday in his apartment. i think he killed himself. they won't know for a while.
anyway, bed.