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| I'm a pretty nice guy, who does not ask for much, Yet the bad shit seems to mysteriously come flying to me. Why me? | There was that time with that car accident, which happened a little less than a week after I got my car painted and fixed up! Why me? |
| A year ago I got a couple speeding tickets. The second one I don't have a problem with but the first one with the officer tailing my ass late at night on a side street so I can increase my speed because he was close behind me? I think the cop was really full of shit, which of course, excreted out of him and came flying to me! Why me? |
| Today was really no exception. All I wanted to do was go to the post office and put the PO Box my friend gave me in my name, deposit a check, get my car washed, and maybe get something to eat. Apparently, that was just too damn easy. I didn't get just ONE but TWO tickets! Why me? |
| I was driving off the Midway exit from I95 to head to the post office. I was going 80, which most people on I95 do unless they are just too damn old to not be driving. I noticed the "Blue Light Special" behind me, following me. "Oh, g's, that's just great!" I said. I pulled over to the side and so did it. I waited a bit and was asked for my DL and registration. I gave it to da man. Then he asked if the address on the license was my current address. I said "no, it's not." Surely I could have said yes and lied but I don't really lie; I may be sarcastic sometime (OK, most of the time) but I do not lie, especially when it comes to something like that. So, I gave him my real address and he asked how long I have been living at the place and why I had not changed the address. I just said I didn't get around to it. There are also other reasons why I decided not to change it, which I did not bother to discuss with him. He said I was doing 86. I said I was sure it was 80. I waited around 15mins for him to come back with my two tickets and that was that. I really need a ticket now with the financial condition I'm in like I need a D--- up my ass! Why me? |
| Then I went to the post office after that and tried to take care of the thing I said above but couldn't for reasons I'm not going to bother to get into here. Why me? |
| All I wanted to do was go to the post office in Fort Pierce to take care of a damn PO Box, deposit a check, wash my car, and then get something to eat. Seemed too easy to happen that smoothly. And if something seems too easy, it usually isn't. There is always some shit which comes flying to me every damn time when I least expect it. Why me? |
| There was also the, not one, but two times where I got rear-ended just for being stopped at a red light. The second person who did that to me was an old man who said he just got his brakes fixed at Chrysler. That bump managed to make my rear-view mirror pop off onto the passenger seat and gave me a slight whiplash pain in my neck, which lasted for alomst a week! But being the nice guy I am, I let that old man go. Why me? |
| That's all I am asking, just "Why me?" |
| I do not know why but I will be finding out as my life goes on! And I WILL find out! |
| I'm not letting these two tickets just go by like I did the others… these will be going with a BANG! |
| Also, I got a little something for you cops out there who like giving tickets to nice guys like me who only go 10 miles or less above the speed limit, even though there are many others who go way beyond that and drive recklessly, but do not get caught! |
| Note: The following is not recommended for kids under the age of 18. |
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This page was created on May 26, 2004
Last updated on May 26, 2004