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I was a fugitive for twenty four hours. Months ago, on the way back from a trip to Santa Cruz, i got a ticket for going far too fast on the 101 in one of those sad counties in between los angeles and the bay area with no redeeming qualities sans giving drivers the opportunity to speed. The officer said he'd mail us the fee and the procedure and whatnot, so i figured i'd wait. so I did. and then my dad thought that we had been waiting an awfully long time, so he called this morning. Apparently my court date was yesterday and that the police in King County (I think it's King County) have a warrant on my arrest. Luckily, daddy dearest posted bail, but regardless, i'm a fucking criminal. How cool is that?! I have to go next week to face the wrath. I think the options might be license revocation or exorbitant fine. Apparently this is a large source of income for said counties. ugh. We were also planning to drive to Santa Cruz again today, but the omnipotent rain has rendered that plan moot. This is a frustrating morning.