holy shit. i almost went to jail tonite. this story is ridiculous...
after dropping off eric, luke, and aaron after some ball at the OMAC, i decide to go for my usual night time drive. i rip it down the same, familiar streets, and do the same old things i always do.
on my way home down angel street, i decide to get a lil crazy. no parked cars, not many people, so i pull a complete drift through a left turn onto thayer, right in front of paragon. ukno, to give the people on the sidewalk something to watch hehe. wow, brilliantly done. even i was impressed. but that's not all...
stupidly enough, i drive down thayer and decide to pull a few more tricks right in front of macmillan. a couple of 180s and a few donuts later, i find myself with a huge grin of satisfaction on my face. dayam. i still got some game. it's too bad the few people on the sidewalk had an expression more like a "wtf..." than a smile.
time to call it a night, and i cruise on down thayer towards new dorm. wait what's this. there's a cop car parked in front of watson with all of its lights off. hrm...i hope they didn't hear or see anything that i did.
door opens, cop gets out. he points at me and flags me down. damn. but i'm not sweatin' it, i've been pulled over maybe a dozen times here in the US and i've only ever received a warning. time to summon up the usual bullshit and talk my way out of yet another jam with the PO-lice.
"excuse me son, what in the hell do you think you were doing back there?" the officer asks me.
"i'm really sorry sir, i needed to make a u-turn, and there was nobody in the area so i thought it would be alright. it's my fault. i was being stupid." good stuff. not all true, but american cops usually go for that shit.
the cop opens his mouth again, "wait. didn't i pull you over two nights ago as well?"
fuck. that's not what i wanted to hear. turns out he was the exact same cop that nabbed my ass two nights previous. he's heard all of my bullshit, and he wasn't gonna fall for it twice. looks like i'm gonna get a big fat ticket tonite.
i tell the officer that my license is in my gym bag. as i open my trunk and search through my stuff, i realize that i FORGOT my license at home. fuck x2.
the other officer decides to chime in, "do you know that not having your license is some serious trouble? turn off your car. looks like you're getting towed and spending the night in jail."
SHIEEET. i'm sitting in my car with the window rolled down and i can hear them talk about calling my parents, towing my ride, and sending my ass to the slammer. i am D-U-N. just then, i hear their radios going nuts. great. now they're calling the paddy wagon to take me away...but the radio call actually ended up saving my ass (literally).
the officer walks back to my car and hands me my license and papers. "son, looks like it's your lucky day. we just got a call from dispatch and some guys are beating each other with baseball bats. but next time i see you, you can guarantee that i will tow you and send you to jail."
omg. wtf just happened. i was originally sitting there thinking about who to call for bail, and now i'm sitting there with no warning, no ticket, and no prospect of any buff jail guy staring at my ass.
i fully believe that god saved me tonight. i went down to a homeless shelter as a volunteer earlier, and i'm so sure that god is giving me a break for my good deeds. thank you.
don't believe me? jason lee and tai saw my sorry ass being pulled over.
if you read through this whole story, consider yourself a true friend. if it weren't for americans and their fascination with bats, i'd be calling you for bail right now. you would bail me out right? | 