my last appearance before the mag was a fuckin joke. whatever the cop wrote down on the ticket was nowhere close to what actually happened. when i explained this to the bitch her response was "well i dont believe you."
awesome lady, well i want to appeal obviously.. turns out the cost of scheduling an appeal was just about the same as the cost of the ticket. i was rip shit by then and i told her i wanted to make a statement which basically said im going to pay this fine cause it means i dont have to waste my time coming to court again, and actually put pants on.. and was absolutely not an admission of guilt.
the gestapo burns me up.