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ok so here's the deal...
 

cops, pigs, wendy's, oh yeah and the story about the trouble...

so really all of the title has to do with the trouble portion of this post...so i was on my way home from wendys one monday night and for some strange reason was doing the speed limit...as i explained earlier to some friends, i don't always speed around places...but anyways...on the way home i was passed by you guessed it...the orange county sherriffs department vehicle...yeah so heres where it gets interesting...he passes me and then waits in the neighborhood that i am about to pass [this is where i begin to think, "crap i should've taken the 429 (toll road) home"] so here comes the fuzz/five-o whatever you wanna call them...and so i am switching lanes just to see if he is going to follow me, and yeah he does...so i pull out onto highway 50 and like clockwork there go the lights...so i am thinking what the freak is going on here...so i pull of to the side of the road and he gets on the loud speaker and says get out of the car with your license and registration...you know the deal, this is the first time i have been told to exit the vehicle so i am thinking wow this can't be good. already it is cold outside and now i have to get out of the car, he says to me your license is invalid...did you know that? uh no officer i didn't or i wouldn't have been driving...but in more polite verbage...cause here in the south everyone is super polite even when you know the other person is making a mistake...so i call home saying that my license is invalid and that i need someone to come get me...so to make things short, the following day, and about $900 dollars later i was able to get back in my car and drive again...crap it makes you appreciate not having to walk everywhere or rely on public transport here. cause i would shoot myself if i had to do that...oh yeah and don't bother people when they are thinking...or under stress, or really late at night, it makes them act differently...but that is understandable...just take my advice and run with it. life will be much easier if you heed my council...or you don't have to...sorry today was kinda weird, so the post is kinda weird, and i still don't have any photos of steven for you so it may be the next installment. timing, timing, timing, why is what, when, and how you say something so influential in the answer that you are receive...crap... that is all i have to say tonight...thank you,...

l3unny OUT
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