Ever wonder why so many people use the (...) you know (...) as in the title obviously. I know this dude who's notes I read everyday (figure out where) and after every little sentence he puts (...). Like after, "Leave on..." Now why the hell would you put (...) after that? It's a statement. Put !,!!!,., anything else besides (...) It almost falls into the category of comma rules. Meaning if one is good, then more has to be better! Even when they don't make any sense, but hey, I use them periodically too...only in the correct contents (haha).
Anyone out there beside me watch soccer? I cannot believe how Manchester got destroyed by Barcelona for the championship today. Insane.
So once Stacy's jailbird boyfriend got out of the Jackson lockdown he decided since he has no family, i'll come back to her house. The main reason for this was that, (hold up RED WINGS GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!), okay back to the story, he kept in contact with her step-dad througout his term. Now her step-dad had (has) plenty of problems of his own and usually figured that if he wrote back and/or talked on the phone to someone who has no other contact with the outside world, he would always have a listener for his bitching sessions. So of course now everytime I notice this dickless donkey chillin at the house while we are there, he keeps acting like he is better or "more superior" than me. Like dude, "I been to prison," (insert hardcore Chad from the Chappelle Show "Mad Real World" skit voice here). Yeah dude, we all know you've been to prison, sucked some dudes off not to get beat down, and joined a skinhead rap group...it's all good bro, but like seriously, you need to get out and get a job.
Basically whenever he was there, we weren't. I didn't have any problems with him being there when I wasn't. I did trust Stacy, and I have always been one of those guys that says, "If you want something else, or think somewhere else is better, then more power to ya." I have always said and thought that, and probably always will. If she wanted him, or whatever, then she could've gladly had him (even though she wouldn't, ewe). I know when I have something good, and I do not fuck it up like so many Bay City drama queens like to do. Either way, this boy decided that it would be funny to basically hang around there all day every day to piss us off. Well, during that previous winter, I fucked up driving pretty bad. The story goes that Stacy and I were leaving my mom's house and driving to hers. I turned down a street not far from mine and slid into the back of a parked car. Now in the snowstorm, I didnt feel like knocking on doors to get my ass kicked, so I took off. This was long before personal cell phones by the way. (Insert: fucking Blackhawks!!!!!!) So I ended up at Stacy's house in full panic mode. I knew I was going to go back to the place and leave a note, but i'm not waiting in a snowstorm. Of course, by the time I get back, the car is gone and i'm take my ass back home. Well, a few days go by and I don't think anything of it. Until one morning i'm up at like 8am outside for some reason, and I notice some old people driving really really slow by my house.
Typically this wouldn't be a deal, but with the nonsense of the previous days, I had a right to be concerned. Of course, 2 hours later the cops show up asking me about a hit and run. Now initally I play dumb, acting like some idiot 18 year old. But after a few minutes I say straight up what happened. Well, cops (as i've said before) don't listen to anyone or anything. They didn't care that it was a blizzard or anything (regardless my fault, i know) and write me up for a misdemeanor ticket. I'm not too worried about this but once I go for the "pre-trial" by myself (i didnt tell my parents anything about this) I knew I needed to find my "out". I plead not-guilty and they set the trial date. Now yeah a misdemeanor is max 90 days in jail and some shitty fine, but come on, it's ME, i'm not going to fucking jail. Come on, you know me better than that.
My family has now planned a trip to St. Louis (during this period my parents were divorcing, so by family I mean my dad, brother, grandparents, and future step-mom) which we were scheduled to leave for...the afternoon of my "trial" date. WTF?!? So, i had to come clean with my parents. Not totally, but enough so that I don't just go missing that afternoon if I get sent to the drunk tank. Well, I decided to use my "traffic ticket outty" plan against this. Basically instead of going to trial, or magistrate, you ask to speak with the prosecutor. This saves the state from paying for a trial, and you usually luck out by paying a dumb fine, but get no points on you license by explaining yourself, i mean, come on, these people aren't cops, right? Thy have a heart, right? Well, they say cool, and schedule the meeting for my "trial" date, and move that to unknown. Well this whole time, the jailbird exboyfriend is not working legit, pissing me off, and I hear that the Bay City po-po are looking for him on probation violations among other stuff. Now I have never ratted anyone out about anything in my life, but since this dude is NOT my friend, or in fact, anyone of anything to me. And since he was just trying to annoy me 24/7, I said screw you bro. That day, my parents came with me not knowing really what was going on, but since i'm 18, i can talk by myself, for myself...and no one can outsmart me. I basically tell this prosecutor that I can tell you where the jailbird donk is, if you give me a break. I explain my side of the "ticket" and the whereabouts of ole' jailbird, and then come back with a $65 fine, and say see ya. How about that? See kids, the wheels of justice do work when you know what you're talking about (even though I still hate cops). After that 20 minute conversation, i'm out the door, parents wondering what the hell?, and on my lovely way to St. Louis. Wow, such a good time.
If anyone wants a refresher on how the "traffic ticket outty" works, feel free to get ahold of me. It has helped me out about 10 times for tickets in Bay City. Yes, I drive fast.
Next time: Home from St. Louis, and the next day my life changed forever (...) haha
Thanks for reading this long one!
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