So last night, i got in a fight with my bf, I drive home frustrated. I keep thinking like fuck i shouldn't speed to get home, and I get on the highway and i got an awesome bloody nose, so when i get about 3 miles from home i roll a stop sign and there was a car way off in the distance so i drive on the last rode that takes me home and its a 35, i go about 42 and there is a car right on my tail, brights in my mirrors andj ust riding my ass so i slow down so the fucker can pass me. Cop lights fucking flash. I get super nervous cause I have a flask under my seat. So the cop shows up, my nerves are shot from the erarlier fight i'm shaking i'm so nervous cause i'm broke and i have blood running down my face.
The cop gets to my window and I was like, I was speeding so i could get home and take care of this, this is my one white shirt. and he asks me why didn't I stop and take care of it. I reply with does it look like i have anything to take care of it with you pulled me over 2 minutes before I get to my car. So my hand is now covered in blood and i get all of my paperwork to give him. He fucking gives me a ticket for rolling a stop sign more then a quarter mile after I rolled the fucker.
So i drive a stick I'm thinking i should fight it, ive never had a 75$ bloody nose before I'm so beyond pissed and so is my father. Fuckin pigs, they come in handy when you need them but they can bee assholes. Oh and my sweet white shirt has blood on it.