Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- In a \"Just\" World, One That Commits The Crime is Not The One That Is Committed For It. As I was being recited my Miranda rights and having my hands cuffed behind my back, I wondered how I got to this point. Ah, yes, THAT's HOW. RW My boss was very clear he was to be gone from Tuesday (5.24-5.31.2011) to the following Tuesday, as if sending us very obvious messages we should do the same thing. So I did, the moment he left, I jumped in my car and headed South to PA. I did not get far (only 80 mi S) because a State Trooper pulled behind me and before I had the chance to finishing laughing (�Haha, sucker, you can't pull me over now, because for ONCE in my life I am NOT speeding�) he pulled me over. What?! After 20 minutes he finally decided to come out from his safe cop car and approached me with a print out in his hand. Well, that was new (the printout I mean). Noticing my confusion, or thinking I am just plain retarded, he points at the section listing all, apparently my, offenses. �No, I see it clearly, I can read. I just don't understand. It makes no sense.� FFW Shortly after I was sitting in his State Trooper car with my hands cuffed behind me and my body sticking to the human-excretion-of-any-sort proof faux-leather seats. I try to reason and explain how this is all a mistake (surely, he probably hears this every single time he puts people in this exact spot, �But officer! I know according to your print-out it says I killed a person, and sure enough I am covered with the victim's blood and was found with the weapon in question, but it's a mistake!�). After an hour of him typing away, he finally makes some calls... and then I get un-cuffed, un-arrested. He tells me something about this all feels very wrong. He tells me he will just drive off now and doesn't want to see what I do but trusts I do the legal thing (have my car impounded and I take a bus back home) while giving me hints to drive BACK (since I inquired if I have his permission to continue to my destination) and avoid all other State Troopers (with exact instructions how that can be done). However, since I set off his system, I cannot get away with a warning. So... I have to go to Court. And plead my innocence. And as I DROVE back NORTH, I slowly started to realize just in how much deep shit I just dug myself into. Scratch that. I realized just in how much deep shit I am in because OTHER people don't do their job. I drove avoiding cops (as per instructions) and I had continuous panic attacks on my 2 hour drive back. I didn't know it then, but it is on Wednesday and then Today (Sunday) that I realized just how much this one �administrative� error has fucked me up, possibly for life. But that will be discussed tomorrow. 1:08 a.m. - May 30, 2011 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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