man, i was just on my way home when a cop pulled up behind me so i started paying extra attention to the way i'm driving, when all of a sudden, those motherfucking blue lights come on, and i'm forced to pull over into this shifty-ass neighborhood and sit quietly as i'm being written a ticket.
i got a ticket...no, a CITATION...for having expired tags on the back of my car. how fucking lame is that? and wait, that's not even the worst fucking part of it. i asked the lady cop when it was exactly that my shit expired, and she told me "yesterday". apparently, in the state of north carolina, you have 15 days from the month in which yr tags expire, to get your shit together, i guess. i forgot that my tags were for march, and today is the 16th. that would be one day later than the 15th. fucking shit. i can't stand the cops.
i am so fucking mad right now. i'm going to sit here and do some laundry for a bit because i'm not sure if i want to leave the house now. i asked if, since i was being given a citation now, in the event that i get pulled over again for the same thing before i can get it taken care of, if i could just show this citation and be like "yeah, i know...i'm getting it taken care of. i have a court date in june..." but NO. it doesn't help me a bit. fayetteville PD is free to pull me over as many times as they feel like it.
fucking hell, i can't stand the cops. interesting story... my uncle is a cop, or used to be a cop, he's a prison guard now. i told him flat out that i can't stand the police at all, and he asked why. i told him that i wouldn't like the idea of dedicating my life and career solely to limiting the lives and careers of others. he said something to the extent of, "but the police's main deal is to help people"...
when my friend li's house got broken into, it took the cops more than 3 hours to show up. when they got there, they stayed in the house for less than 10 minutes. real thorough investigation there, guys. never did find out who did it, nor did they get any of their stuff back.
my friend dave had his front door kicked in, and i figured PD would be on the case with a quickness, being that his house is in a pretty nice area. i would think, if nothing else, the PD would keep an eye on the rich peoples in town, the people who pay lots of taxes and keep the PD going. but again, no.
who almost arrested my friend jason when he was arguing back with some woman who was yelling at him in the theatre parking lot?
i find it odd that i get pulled over because my tags are expired, and forced to park in the neighborhood where all the high school kids around here go to buy weed. it was just funny to me. i wasn't mad at the lady cop at all. if i had mystical powers to smite people or something, she wouldn't be here anymore, but that's all just fucking make believe anyway.
fuck, i'm so pissed right now. maybe i'll type some more later...i dunno. gonna wash some shirts and make something to eat. bye now.
my lovely court date is on june 8, 2005. fun shit.
i got a ticket...no, a CITATION...for having expired tags on the back of my car. how fucking lame is that? and wait, that's not even the worst fucking part of it. i asked the lady cop when it was exactly that my shit expired, and she told me "yesterday". apparently, in the state of north carolina, you have 15 days from the month in which yr tags expire, to get your shit together, i guess. i forgot that my tags were for march, and today is the 16th. that would be one day later than the 15th. fucking shit. i can't stand the cops.
i am so fucking mad right now. i'm going to sit here and do some laundry for a bit because i'm not sure if i want to leave the house now. i asked if, since i was being given a citation now, in the event that i get pulled over again for the same thing before i can get it taken care of, if i could just show this citation and be like "yeah, i know...i'm getting it taken care of. i have a court date in june..." but NO. it doesn't help me a bit. fayetteville PD is free to pull me over as many times as they feel like it.
fucking hell, i can't stand the cops. interesting story... my uncle is a cop, or used to be a cop, he's a prison guard now. i told him flat out that i can't stand the police at all, and he asked why. i told him that i wouldn't like the idea of dedicating my life and career solely to limiting the lives and careers of others. he said something to the extent of, "but the police's main deal is to help people"...
when my friend li's house got broken into, it took the cops more than 3 hours to show up. when they got there, they stayed in the house for less than 10 minutes. real thorough investigation there, guys. never did find out who did it, nor did they get any of their stuff back.
my friend dave had his front door kicked in, and i figured PD would be on the case with a quickness, being that his house is in a pretty nice area. i would think, if nothing else, the PD would keep an eye on the rich peoples in town, the people who pay lots of taxes and keep the PD going. but again, no.
who almost arrested my friend jason when he was arguing back with some woman who was yelling at him in the theatre parking lot?
i find it odd that i get pulled over because my tags are expired, and forced to park in the neighborhood where all the high school kids around here go to buy weed. it was just funny to me. i wasn't mad at the lady cop at all. if i had mystical powers to smite people or something, she wouldn't be here anymore, but that's all just fucking make believe anyway.
fuck, i'm so pissed right now. maybe i'll type some more later...i dunno. gonna wash some shirts and make something to eat. bye now.
my lovely court date is on june 8, 2005. fun shit.