I'm going down a street here in my local area, known as LoneTree. I pull up at a stoplight next to this weak-ass Dodge Stratus with a few too many flimsy torque impulses going to his brain... Revving his engine up and all, thinking he can match up to my Integra. So obviously I have no choice but to make him taste my cold air intake system flying out of the ass of my car. So I smoke him, and this fucking bitch ass cop pulls ME over. Why? He even states it, appearantly I have "all these stickers on my car," and thus between me and the Stratus, both going over 60 in a 35 MPH, I am the obvious threat that must cease to exist, even though there is ANOTHER cop car behind him, they both go after me.

So he tells me I can take it to court, to which I reply "See you soon."

What a bitch.

Maybe tonight we'll fly so far away... We'll be lost before the dawn...