"Fuck the Police"

I hate driving.  I hate cars and I, above all, hate cops.  All these things are linked.  Yeah sure, they are supposed to protect us.  Why do I get a mini panic attack when I see one driving- even in the opposite direction as me.  I've been in enough accidents I think for the rest of my life.  I met my quota there.  I've only had to deal with the police twice in my assortment of accidents and I guess they were okay.  I was in shock during 1, and really upset during the other.  (Only 1 was my "fault". I'm not getting into that now.)  

I got a parking ticket last year for being too close to a fire hydrant even though I was clearly out of the yellow markers.  And I got a ticket at the OCC parking lot because me and Coll lost the sticker pass thing.  Now let's get to my "pull overs".  I've been pulled over numerous occasions, but never like tonight.  Once I was pulled over on Sand Canyon for going 80 in a 60.  I can respect that.  The cop told me to put my hand out and he smacked it lightly and let me go.  Another time I rolled a right turn on a red light.  I didn't even realize I did it.  "California Stop"...  I was let go with a warning.  One night I was driving Colleen home from Newport and right as I got off the freeway I was followed by a cop.  I was getting really nervous that I wasn't driving straight enough that I was freaking myself out.  I was of course perfectly normal and okay to drive.  I decided to turn left instead of going straight and they followed.  Then they sped up in front of me, hit the brakes, and turned their lights on.  I don't have a front license plate.  There's a place for it, but my dad accidently put my mustang's (RIP) plate on it, so I took it off and never put on the real one. When I got pulled over this time it was like 1 o'clock in the morning.  The cop gave me a sobriety test.  It was dumb.  They let me go.  Then I got pulled over the other night for having my front light out.  I thought it was just the parking light but I guess not.  He didn't even give me a fix it ticket.  I fixed it the next day.  So I've never been in trouble with the police.  I've always been let go.  I give them the information they need and I'm not a dumbass who thinks it's a good idea to drink and drive.  Sure I've been in a couple of accidents but I'm not stupid and above all I'm not rude to these cops who I dislike so much.

Tonight was a different story.  Kevin and I were eating a frosty from Wendy's outside of it and there was a cop slowly creeping apparently watching these other guys.  But this cop still made me feel uneasy.  Then I got this new app on my iPhone that tells you where cops usually are and like traffic cameras and things like that.  Colin and Jacqui picked Kevin and I up to go get donuts around 10:15 tonight.  On the ride there and back we saw 3 cops.  It was a cop kind of night.  Ironic.  In the left turn line off PCH towards Kevin's house, our destination, a cop pulls up behind us.  Sure enough we get pulled over.  The driver didn't have his license on him and I guess he had an outstanding ticket so he had to get out of the car.  We thought he was getting arrested because his hands were behind his back but they were checking him for like drugs and weapons.  One by one we got out of the car and got checked.  Then we had to sit on the curb for 45 min while the lady cop ripped apart the car.  Extremely unnecessary. I had an anxiety attack during this experience and I am still freaked out by it. It shouldn't have happened.  Retarded.  He got a ticket and we got to go home.  Guess what day it is.  Well when we got pulled over it was January 29th..  the end of the month.  Is that something to say for this quota meeting bullshit?

I dunno...  I'm greatful for not getting a ticket for anything but come one.  Go bust meth labs or something.