This One Time Part 2

Continued from previous blog.

I was about 10 miles out from the Florida/Alabama state line, and I started to crash. My vision got very blurry. My head and eyelids became heavy. I had to roll down the window in a subtle effort to stay awake. Well, the speed limit right outside of this little town on the border was 65 miles an hour. I was probably going about 70. Since I couldn't pay attention to the signs on the side of the road, because the road was hard enough to pay attention to, I didn't notice when the speed limit changed to 35.

Of coarse, there were 2 cops waiting to pull over some kid going 70 mph at 2 o'clock in the morning trying to go home from a show. Oh, I didn't mention that I was wearing very tight skinnies and a huge leather jacket. I looked like a heroine dealer.

I have no idea how long they were following me or even how long I was stopped, but essentially, they pulled me out of my car to search, because I pleaded for them to waive a ticket. They agreed that if they could search the car, then I could go free, unless they found anything. They pulled up my seats, which were removable, checked all compartments, even the ones I didn't know existed, and they patted me down. Underneath my seat was a poker set in a tin box, and the cop thought he had me.

"Oh, it's just a poker set. Haha. Let him go John."

I am a good kid. They let me go, and the rest of the trip home, about 150 miles, I battled drowsiness, and prevailed. I got home at about 4, fell asleep on the living room floor, and woke up at 2 that afternoon, late for school. I didn't go.

One of the best experiences of my life. Kinda boring life huh?