Last night was interesting...
Went to see Burden Brothers with My_bright_side, Cicatrix, and Ashlar. I found The Burden Brothers rather mediocre. Greatness in Tragedy, the second band was more to my liking. I started thinking about the memembers of this band Todd Lewis, Toadies; Drummer Taz Bentley, Rev. Horton Heat; Casey Hess, Doosu; Casey Orr, GWAR.... I think I would have enjoyed any of thier previous bands more. Odd... Not unexpected, but still rather sad, the band got better reactions playing Toadies songs than any of thier own. Was a good time, but somehow, a bit of a let down.
Dropped My_bright_side of in North BFE, then Cicatrix at her place on the other side of the planet. Was in My_bright_side's car which is faster than my own. Since there weren't many people on the road and the back streets near Cicatrix are rather windy and fun. I decided to open things up a bit more than I normally would. I was cruising about 75-80 in a 30 MPH zone.
When I see a cop coming up on a cross street. 
I hit the brakes, but didn't want to nose dive and draw any more attention that I already had to myself. So I passed him at about 60ish. *Whistling to myself* Maybe he didn't notice? Nope, lights pop on...errr. I have been drinking, but no where near drunk, right? Legally? Fuck! By this time I'm at a stop sign. Not really a good place to stop for my ticket, so I make a left to get to a side street. I had forgotten about how narrow this street was, so I manage to drive off the edge a few feet making my turn. I NOT fucking drunk... Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!! I'm thinking this cop is going to beat my ass. Finally get to a stop. The usual "Any reason your going so fast." (ummm... Cause it's fun?) No, Sir. 
Needs my license and insurance. Remember I'm in My_bright_side's car. I dig through all the papers in the glove box as the cop watches patiently. Finally he says, well keep looking, I'll be back. Takes my license back to find out how big a felon I am. I call My_bright_side. The insurance card is in her bag. 
Not a huge deal, I can get out of that part, no biggie, I know it has insurance. Cop comes back, OK, nows the part when I gotta do that sobriety test, I'm sure. Please, please, please don't really be drunk. Cop says, "I'm gonna let you go. I understand it's late and your in a nice car. Just need to slow it down a bit and be careful, OK?" What? 
Seriously, that's it? He says, "You need to find that insurance too. Your lucky, we share juristiction with Dalworthington Gardens, they would have written you up for everything thing they could." I know that's a fact. Shake the cops hand, thank him. Not even a written warning. Fuck, yeah! Every once in a great while, it pays to be a white guy in a luxury car.
Anywho...don't forget... Party 8/19, my place !!!
Went to see Burden Brothers with My_bright_side, Cicatrix, and Ashlar. I found The Burden Brothers rather mediocre. Greatness in Tragedy, the second band was more to my liking. I started thinking about the memembers of this band Todd Lewis, Toadies; Drummer Taz Bentley, Rev. Horton Heat; Casey Hess, Doosu; Casey Orr, GWAR.... I think I would have enjoyed any of thier previous bands more. Odd... Not unexpected, but still rather sad, the band got better reactions playing Toadies songs than any of thier own. Was a good time, but somehow, a bit of a let down.
Dropped My_bright_side of in North BFE, then Cicatrix at her place on the other side of the planet. Was in My_bright_side's car which is faster than my own. Since there weren't many people on the road and the back streets near Cicatrix are rather windy and fun. I decided to open things up a bit more than I normally would. I was cruising about 75-80 in a 30 MPH zone.
When I see a cop coming up on a cross street. I hit the brakes, but didn't want to nose dive and draw any more attention that I already had to myself. So I passed him at about 60ish. *Whistling to myself* Maybe he didn't notice? Nope, lights pop on...errr. I have been drinking, but no where near drunk, right? Legally? Fuck! By this time I'm at a stop sign. Not really a good place to stop for my ticket, so I make a left to get to a side street. I had forgotten about how narrow this street was, so I manage to drive off the edge a few feet making my turn. I NOT fucking drunk... Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!! I'm thinking this cop is going to beat my ass. Finally get to a stop. The usual "Any reason your going so fast." (ummm... Cause it's fun?) No, Sir. Needs my license and insurance. Remember I'm in My_bright_side's car. I dig through all the papers in the glove box as the cop watches patiently. Finally he says, well keep looking, I'll be back. Takes my license back to find out how big a felon I am. I call My_bright_side. The insurance card is in her bag. Not a huge deal, I can get out of that part, no biggie, I know it has insurance. Cop comes back, OK, nows the part when I gotta do that sobriety test, I'm sure. Please, please, please don't really be drunk. Cop says, "I'm gonna let you go. I understand it's late and your in a nice car. Just need to slow it down a bit and be careful, OK?" What? Seriously, that's it? He says, "You need to find that insurance too. Your lucky, we share juristiction with Dalworthington Gardens, they would have written you up for everything thing they could." I know that's a fact. Shake the cops hand, thank him. Not even a written warning. Fuck, yeah! Every once in a great while, it pays to be a white guy in a luxury car.
Anywho...don't forget... Party 8/19, my place !!!
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kinkerbelle:
I am so tired. I'm going to sleep now. 
perdy:
So why are you more conservative than you thought if you don't want to be? This is what I'm saying......is it a case of not being ourselves, through fear or routine or whatever? or is it that we're wanting to be something we're not?