those blue lights must mean something important.. oh wait.

i got pulled over by the anal retentive giles county police tonight.

we met devon at the old cemetery, and were sitting there (granted, with a lit candle on my glove compartment) hanging out and listening to regina spektor when a cop pulled up. he parked behind me (i guess checking my tags) and then drove off. we decided it was time to leave, since we were planning on going to walmart anyway, and drove off. the police officer followed us and eventually pulled us over. asked us what we were doing at the cemetery.. and we told them.

the whole situation was a ridiculous way to make me have a mini stroke at the age of 19. i've only been pulled over once in my life and that was for (laughably, before i got my radar detector) going 17 over in a small town in alabama while coming home for thanksgiving break. i still remember the mentally mistaken cop in all his glory: the brown pants and blue shirt and black shoes mismatched perfectly to reveal that he dressed himself in the dark. someone should have told him that wasn't right. i also remember his deep southern accent, and the way he assholishly told me, "i hope your thanksgiving break is better than this." secretly in his mind he was thinking: "here's my thanksgiving: a hefty paycheck from pulling over a college student who bawled through my giving her a ticket and who also refused to go over 60 when the speed limit was 65."

long story short: my history with cops has been short, sweet, and with a stick planted firmly between the buttocks.


"i don't say we ought to misbehave, but we should look as though we could." - oscar wilde.