Since I’ve been pretty busy I haven’t had time to update with a lot of things that have been on my mind so I’ll cheat and tell you about another brush with the law. It was about 1993 or so, I was taking my girlfriend and her friend (and her friend’s baby) to Austin. We were going out 290 (why 290? Well, see, both my ex-girlfriend and her friend were total bitches, so they gave me an approximate destination and I started driving toward it.) We were speeding rather excessively since I really didn’t know where I was going, and I came over the crest of the hill probably doing 95 miles an hour. (I’m guessing it was a 65 or 70 mph zone). So here I am in my light blue 1991 Acura Integra, speeding like a madman, and immediately I see a cop and he flashes his lights and starts tailing. Up until that point, I don’t think I’d ever been pulled over for speeding. I was a pretty safe/sneaky driver. That and I had a decent Cobra radar detector. So, the cop walks up to the car, and says, “Is there a reason you were going so […]