can't catch me

so, i've made it to texas.
in fact, i made it to tyler.
i made it to waco.
i made it to college station.

all of these almost entirely without incident.

i decide to follow eric to waco since i don't know where his new place is, leaving him with stern warnings: i will not get pulled over. if you go to fast, i will slow down. the cops and i? no so much.

we drive through chandler.
we drive through athens.
we drive through malakoff.
we drive through bellemead.
we get off the damn interstate and are mear blocks from home when eric decides to make a right. and being that we were in the far left lane, no biggie right? i swerve over, wait for the dude thats in my blind spot to slow down, get over. woot. i made it.

and then the lights come on. i almost side swiped a cop.

oh yea. did you see the stickers on this side? you got your little mag light? good. yea, those are the offensive ones. good. glad you took a look at those.

here's my license. no, that's not a current address.

(meanwhile, THANK THE GODS my goodwill bag had exploded all over Wilson. there's so much random shit in my car, that one bag full of vendable consumables won't be discovered right? or that other bag either? right?)

no sir, i can't find my proof of insurence. yes sir i have it. yes sir, i have a job. no sir, no distractions in cab of the car. i'm visiting a friend and was trying to follow him. no sir, i'm not from around here.

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well, yes sir. that is a good warning. in fact those are TWO GOOD WARNINGS. well yes sir. thank you sir. i apprecaite you. you have a good night too.

you can't catch me, if you don't know what you've found.