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so the bethel officer pulls me over less than a mile from my house from a drive home that was maybe 2 miles from my house. for some reason, when he walks up to my rolled down window and asks me why i think he pulled me over. for some reason, some loose node in my brain from all the caffeine and cleaning products at work told me to lie. so i did. "no sir, why did you pull me over" my tail light was still out from months ago when my sister had and emotional breakdown that targeted me and made her kick in my left tail light's lens. the cop said that my little 12 watt tail light bulb was "more blinding than my take down lights". these lights had been blinding me for the past 10 minutes and i almost wanted to argue with him. but these are cops. kids harrased through grades 6 through 12. no art or sport to live for. they get there tase of small town authourity and go through academy training which must force tons of metal up thier asses.
$150 ticket, mainstreet danbury
$75 ticket, less than a mile from my parents house in bethel
you'd think i'd learn my lesson by now. dad said he'd pay the ticket if i went to the 400 pound man at the junkyard that drinks grain alcohol all day and has a crew of equedorians removing car parts for him, and i pay this man for the tail light off of a sweedish tyrant like my own.
fair trade, the church has taught me to smile and make perfect small talk, alcohol has made me understand the language of drunkards that hate thier jobs.
$150 ticket, mainstreet danbury
$75 ticket, less than a mile from my parents house in bethel
you'd think i'd learn my lesson by now. dad said he'd pay the ticket if i went to the 400 pound man at the junkyard that drinks grain alcohol all day and has a crew of equedorians removing car parts for him, and i pay this man for the tail light off of a sweedish tyrant like my own.
fair trade, the church has taught me to smile and make perfect small talk, alcohol has made me understand the language of drunkards that hate thier jobs.