damn. tonight, coming home from work, i got pulled over by a fucking cop. the guy was really nice though... he could have arrested me and blah blah blah... more on that later... anyways... here i was, driving down the road to get home as fast as possible... watchin stars, not doin anything bad, driving really well actually... (i would have HATED to see what would have happened if i had been slalom-ing down the road... ;-) ) then, out of the night sky cuts these blues... fuck. i pulled over, cut the engine, and sat there, nervously staring... hoping to god i wasn't gonna be in too much shit. ugh, worst feeling ever... from when you stop till the cop says something... "Hey, how're you doing tonight?" "well, i was doing good, till i saw the blues!" (nervous laughter) "did you know you're not supposed to be driving that after dusk??" (compltete surprise) "ummm, no i didn't, @ all. are you serious??" "yes i am." "damn..." "do you have your license?" "ummm, i have my permit, but not my license" "is it on you?" "yeah, hold on." gets out wallet "here... it says i live in athol, but i just moved to 111 s. main st.... my mom's an alcoholic, i needed to get out." (so he isn't wondering why i'm over a half-hour away from my "house".) "oh... ok. you do know that you're not supposed to be riding after midnight anyways, right?" "well yeah, but i got out of work way later than i was supposed to, and i needed to get home." (coughliecough) "oh... well, i'll be right back" then, there was more silence, and nervousness. if he didn't have my permit, i would have still sat there, but i like to think i'd book it, trying to outrun the cops on a moped... hahaha. anyways, he gets back out, "what're we going to do with you?" (thinking to myself, well you could let me go and i'll never do it again, but i doubt that's your idea...) "i don't know... blah blah blah, explaining where my family is blah blah blah..." "oh, well i can't just let you go, ya know." "well, i can pedal it..." (yeah right, as soon as he's gone, the engine would be roaring again... hahaha.) " for 5 miles? are you crazy? that's a lot of pedaling..." "yeah, well, whatcha gonna do, right?" "well, we can throw this in the trunk and i can give you a ride..." "uhhh, ok"... the whole rest of the way home was disgusting. ugh, to be in the back seat of a fucking cop car? it felt like i was a damned criminal. i was a fucking MOPED RIDER. i was in where all the drunks and murderers and shit sat. it was sick. he kept asking me questions. i think he was trying to get me to quit my job... dork. so yeah... i got home, and boy was that fucking embarrassing... @ least the blues weren't on then... i pulled my moped out of his trunk... and put it in my garage... now, i've gotta check on this "no mopedding after dusk" thing... i've been driving my moped for @ least 8 months now after dusk, and not once have i gotten in trouble. i've ridden past hundreds of cops. nobody's ever said ANYTHING. so, that's my mission for tonight and tomorrow and such... check on that. just thought i'd share my interesting story w/ everybody... figures... the day after i get it fixed, i almost get it impounded... BOOOO!!!!
Swarm and Destroy... before dusk though!