I've had pizza like 3 nights in a row

It's 8:39, and I'm on my way to Josh's house to see his new subwoofers.

I arrive at his house, he melts my brain with bass, and before I know it we're at Mcdonalds with Mick and Pete.

For some reason, Mick had purchased two bandannas while at Wal Mart a few minutes before he met up with us. Having an extra one, he wraps and tells me to put it on.

Finally we are in the McDonalds parking lot, clad in bandannas, drinking the new fruit smoothie things, having a grand old time, yet growing slightly restless.

So we decide to head back to Josh's.

On Keene, past the roundabout I'm following a jeep going five under the speed limit. I'm keeping me distance though I notice Josh isn't heading toward his house anymore and I almost can't see him.

Finally, the idiot in the jeep turns right, and it's just me and the road (and Mick I guess).

I smile, shove the clutch in, shift down two gears, and the pedal is on the floor.

I hit about 65 before I can see Josh again.

A few seconds later, my rear view mirror is telling me how much of an idiot I am by displaying flashing red and blue lights.

Turn signal goes on, brake goes down, and suddenly I'm stopped on the side of the road and I get nervous.

Mick turns to me and says "You should probably take off your bandanna."

Officer Dickface walks up and starts asking questions. Do I know the speed limit, do I know how fast I was going, etc.

Then he asks if I accelerated because my illegal exhaust makes me excited.

Then he asks when the last time I got a ticket was.

I answer yes, yes, no? and never, in fact, this is the first time I've been pulled over. Ever.

He takes my license, insurance, and registration and disappears back to his Crown Vic.

What felt like hours later, he was at my window again holding my information, and a large piece of paper.

$175 for speeding, $134 for defective exhaust.

Three hundred and nine dollars.

Yea, I understand the speeding part. Completely my fault, I was being an idiot and deserve it.

But 134 dollars for "defective exhaust" is complete (suck it up) bullshit.

First off, the word defective straight up annoys me because I assure you officer, my exhaust is working just fine and it sounds quite nice. The previous owner paid 400+ for a full Magnaflow system and had it installed by professionals, so no, Officer Jerkhead, it is working just fine.

You guys know, how like, every honda civic owner by someone under the age of 20 has that annoying whiney WAAAAAAAGGNANGNAGNGA sound?

Why the hell don't they get pulled over and given a ticket?

Apparently, I can take my car to a "muffler shop" and have it put back to stock which will supposedly lower the ticket cost.

Sigh.

So the total was 309.

"Mick what time is it?

"I think it's about... 3:09."

"Hey Josh do you work tomorrow?"

"Yea.... at 3:09."

"The other day at Yokes I was bagging groceries, and there where so many. There where like... 309 bags."

"Hey do you want to go to Norway with us?"

"What? Wouldn't that be like really expensive?"

"Yea... about 309 dollars."

So that's how the rest of the night went.

At this point last night and the rest of today are a complete blur.

I'm gonna go play some GTA.