I’ve been written up twice in the last two weeks and I sure can’t go anywhere with out them on my ass.
Last week, I took a trip to the Walmart store down in Pismo and as I walked out the front doors you would think that the people were standing around waiting for some celebrity to walk out.
I don’t know who was on my tail, but I’d say they weren’t doing a very good job of it, but I realize that they may have done it on purpose. Who ever they were, they must have known I had the guy at Sears call OSH the night before, because there was an anticipation of my arrival there too.
The word on the street says that someone took a contract out on me. The amazing thing about it is who they are saying it was. If I heard right, it was a government official. I’m not even going to go there because it may have been said in the hopes that I would repeat it and therefore people might just as well think I was crazy.
But the crazy thing about all this fuss, it the fuss is over a guy who they have scrubbing toilets and they got the cops all over his ass.
It’s that time of year folks, September is just around the corner and I wonder if I will have to spend the usual $1,000.00 or more this year. I’m sure that they will find a few cops with ghost in their closets so they can bribe them into cleaning out my pockets.
Stay tuned folks, because we’ll be collecting names. I’ve got to take some pictures of the citations before I go to pay them off next week.
Tell me folks, how can this happen: having no tickets for over ten years before the fire. Then loosing my licensed for over 7 years, (of which I was considered as a diplomatic annuity,) where I could run a stop sign in front of cops and they would just laugh at me. To being forced to get my license back and now having to pay thousands of dollars per year just to keep the damn thing.
On top of that: for 7 years I drove with out of state plates, no insurance and owing $8,500 on a truck that I quit making payments on.
Then the stinking bank signs the title and figures out where to send the damn thing. Hell, if I’d even want the title, I’m not going to sell it to anyone, I want to dig a big hole and bury it and make a flower planter out of it.
I’m I right or what? Is this country is going to hell in one of Monica Luwinsky’s ugly $200 hand bags?
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