So it’s a meet up tonight of the ol’ Paul Revere Middle School kids. Chi-Che, Tasha, Adam, Chris, Vigil (plus the gee eff), and me. We hit up our usual dinner plans, aka Chili’s up on Westheimer and Gessner, around 9:30. We plan on watching midnight showing of Night at the Museum, Battle of the Smithsonian.
Dinner was great. It was a lot of fun to kick it with the usual gang. We were loud and boisterous, we enjoyed the food, it was just like old times. Lots of funny stuff going on with the dingleberries or how the Mexican kid getting the “Southwestern eggrolls.” I really cherish moments like that. We were in pretty good spirits afterwards, and we headed out to AMC.
Vigil and Chi-Che had the chance to get up ahead and so I sped up to meet them. We were coming up on a red light so I let off the gas. It turned green so I put my foot back on. We passed the light and I saw my radar go “K-3″ and then immediately “K-9.” Awwww fuck haha. I brake hard, I see flashing lights behind Chi-Che on his left. I’m cruising now, I keep looking in my side mirror. I see the cop pull away and zoom up. He gets in front of me to cut me off. Sigh, I stop the car. In the middle of the road, I might add. Well I’m not a stupid driver, so after I stopped, I signal and creep towards the parking lot thats right there. Keyword here being signal. The cop gets out of his car, and get this, runs up to my window and slaps his hands on my window HEY STOP MOVING. I’m like dude chill. I’m not about to “Fast and Furious” this shit in my Accord, I fuckin’ signalled too. And there was a police car right behind me. Haha he slapped it so hard I honestly thought he had shot a paintball gun at my car. You know, one of those non-lethal weapons or whatever. Well I just stop and put it into park. And we’re just sitting there on the middle of Westheimer for a minute or so. And the cop says pull into there. I comply.
The cop that was behind me rolls up behind me and walks up. “License and registration.” Points the flashlight right in my face. I show it to him. Second thing he asks me, “Have you been drinking tonight.”
I look him in the eye and I say, “Nope.” I laugh inside thinking of all the times… He asks me again in a more firm voice, “Have you been drinking.” I’m confused. In DARE, I learned that “No means no.” I answer again, “No I have not, I’m not even 21.” He takes my license back to his car.
So I’m just sitting in the car with Tasha, outside the Houston Shoe Hospital watching the cars on Westheimer cruise by. I’m thinking to myself, damn I wonder how fast I was going. Maybe he’ll consider the fact that I’ve never gotten pulled over, never had anything on my record. What seems like an eternity passes, he comes back to my car. “Do you know the speed limit here?”
I’m like “Uhhh forty?”
“Do you know how fast you were going?”
“Uhhh forty-five?”
He asks me why I was racing. I said I wasn’t even racing. And honestly how the hell do you answer that question. If you were out with the intention of racing, and the policeman asks you “why were you racing,” what can you actually say?
He said, “Saw you swerving back there trying to race that other car.”
I said “I was just going around him, I was just going fast.”
“Reckless driving, that’s a Class B Misdemeanor.” I don’t say anything. “That’s six months in county jail.” I think of what I would be doing in six months… “Where are you headed?”
I’m say, “The movie theater.” His turn to look confused. I’m thinking now, are you kidding, AMC 30 is literally down the street from here. I say, “AMC 30, the one just down Westheimer.”
“You swerving and stuff man, that’s reckless driving, six months in county.” He hands me a ticket. 60 mph in a 35 mph zone. Shieeeeet I didn’t even know the Accord could haul like that. I sign it, he leaves.
Seems Chi-Che got a similar offense but with a cop with a worse attitude. Aka the one who decided to jump out of his cruiser and slap my car? Jesus, I just can’t imagine that. Standard procedure, right haha. So he got one of those cashier receipt style ones, 66 in a 35. Apparently the cop asked him to follow the tip of his pen with his eyes. Well what do we do now? Wallow in our despair? No fuck that we’re here to go see the midnight showing of Night at the Museum – Battle of the Smithsonian. Pretty funny movie, I might add. Amy Adams is freakin’… awesome in that movie. Especially when she turned around. I’m not gonna give away too much of the movie, but there were some really laugh out loud parts. A solid movie, definitely worth pay $6.50 student price, maybe not worth a speeding ticket.
At first I debated whether or not I should tell my parents. I guess it depends on how my ticket is resolved. In Harris County, I can plead not guilty and try to get the case dismissed if the officer who issued the citation doesn’t show. But if he does show I’m royally fucked, a 25 mph over the limit is $265 and 2 points against my license. But I can also take the deferred disposition option and just plead guilty, and maybe the judge will have pity and take into consideration I don’t have any prior anything. Then I’d just have to pay a smaller fine, $237 (haha not by much), but I won’t have any points against my license which doesn’t increase my insurance. The downside to that is that the judge can deny the request and since already pleading guilty I get the $265 and 2 points. Haha what a dilemma eh?
Worst part about tonight is that my dad told me he doesn’t like it when I’m out driving late at night. “Houston is dangerous,” he says. I got home around 3 am. I wonder what I should tell him tomorrow morning… I mean I can’t get around that, my parents pay for my insurance, they’re gonna find out sooner or later. And you know what honestly, the worst part about tonight for me was that I still have to tell my dad tomorrow morning. Okay on top of that, this is my first fucking violation. So tonight was pretty fuckin’ bad. Top 10 worst nights. Top 5 maybe, if you don’t count the time I found out Dikembe Mutombo was out for his career.
Real talk.
A pretty good track I found on the “Remix After All” compilation. Definitely a chill track, sounds really effing good in the car, a car allegedly going 60 in a 35. I mean, shit I don’t even think I can plead not guilty because my radar went off. That means they probably got some sort of record of it. Damn. Check out this spot, it’s got Substantial on it.
Daft Punk – Make Love (Chew Fu and Substantial Small Room Sax Fix)
http://www.zshare.net/audio/603092030b5d3555/
