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= F.U.C.K. - Fucked Up College Kids - Born Jan. 24th, 1993 - F.U.C.K. =
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PsI vs. Pigs.
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Shit.
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So I'm coming home from skating at 3 am, driving safe and even
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driving the fucking SPEEDLIMIT (which is unusual for me).I get to the street
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that i live on, and calmly turn off my lights so i dont wake the entire house
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up. All great and swell.
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This car which I didn't get a clear look at comes TEARING down the street.
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Really hauling. Like maybe 50 and climbing, 'cause he just turned onto the
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street (he'd have to slow down to make the turn, as those of you who know
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where i live understand)...It goes by in a blur. I'm thinking "Wow, He's
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really speeding. Wow."
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I see a local fuzzmobile turn onto the street. my next thought is "Oops.
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He's fucked."
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The bastard stops in front of my driveway and flicks on the red n' blues. My
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next thought is "Aw...FUCK."
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So there I am, pointing down the street where the flaming car went, and this
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dickhead pig gets out of his car and comes storming up to me, like he's about
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to put his chest in my face or something. Trying to make himself look
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impressive, i guess. Stupid fucking cop. He was taller than I, but WAAY too
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thin and wirey like. Had a stupid look about him. Grr.
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I'm explaining to him all calmly, "I live here, the guy your probably after
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(I fucking hope) just went down the street..."
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and he starts saying all sorts of stupid shit like
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"Well then how come theres these tracks going into the driveway?" (from the
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water in the street etc) ..
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"Because I just got home officer, I told you I live here..."
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Pig: "So then why'd you turn your lights off?"
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Me: "So i wouldnt wake up the whole family when i came home as its 3am etc"
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About this time, another cop who was lying in wait at the end of the street
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hits his lights, and i takes chase after the car that this cop has let get
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away.
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I point this out to the stupid pig as he stares dumbly down the street. I
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can read his thoughts: "There's TWO of them!??!" Stupid pig.
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The bastard then begins to LECTURE me on how I shouldn't be turning my lights
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off, as police take that as a sign that im guilty (unless of course i manage
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to prove myself innocent) and pull me over...the FUNNY part is he starts
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telling me all the things he could do ... "We could give you a ticket for
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that, or if you dont have your liscense (I did) or if you dont have insurance
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(i do) or ANYTHING!" I'm a little amazed he didn't put me through the field
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sobriety test, just for kicks.
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As I recall, his exact words were "Don't pull that SHIT again."
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I thought about getting his badge # and name, but then decided i didnt need to
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push my luck with this triggerhappy fuckup.
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Mr. Dickhead cop gets into his car and takes off.
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The moral of the story is that the current justice system assumes
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that you are guilty until proven innocent. I wonder what he would have done
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if the other cop hadnt been down there to hit his lights. Scary shit, i dont
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need jailtime on my life now, i have enough problems.
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Shit. Maybe its just because that, while i am white, i do look kinda scuzzy
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(especially after skating for a few hours) and live in a comparatively
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well-off part of town. Dunno. I don't think I deserved some police officer
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having a bad day to swear and threaten me though.
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-PsI
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= Questions, comments, bitches, ideas, etc : z3mar@ttacs.ttu.edu : FUCK =
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