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It's almost childish to think that they don't. I say childish, because I can almost hear a teenaged girl on a TV movie chastising her parents for judging her sleezebag boyfriend because he looks like what he is and they don't want her hanging out with the wrong kind of people. Yes, Mark turned out to be a nice guy on Roseanne, in real life he ruined Becky's life.
I have mentioned my misspent youth, but I didn't mention my epiphany. Or should I say one of my epiphanies?
I had crossed the street from my old apartment building and walked to my car. Somehow, I didn't notice the police car, and I still don't know where he was lurking. It was about 3 AM, and as Chris Rock has said, nothing good is going to come of that fact alone. As soon as I started my car, the police car pulled up, and told me to get out of the car. I did. He asked me where I was going. Thinking quickly, which is amazing unto itself considering my condition at the time, I said, "I'm moving my car from a transient space to a leased space. I was on a private lot and figured if I didn't intend to leave the lot, they couldn't get me for DWI. They bought that, I guess. They asked to see my license. He looked at my license and asked me if I had any warrants. He called me by my first name.
It was then that I knew I was scraping bottom. I knew that when the cop calls you by your first name, you're screwed. You're a suspect. You're dirt. He ran my number and I actually did have a warrant that I was unaware of, but should have been aware of. I had an unpaid infraction fine. They handcuffed me and took me to the police station. So far, I'm not too upset. Then they searched me. Then they handcuffed me to the bench while I was waiting for some money to arrive.
The bottom line is that they called it. They knew who and what they were dealing with before they even got out of the car. I'm still amazed that they bought the moving the car story, especially when I was obviously equipped for a traveling party.
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