fuck, fuck, fuck

I have a new car. I doubt I’ll be able to afford to drive it for much longer. Insurance is going to be SKY HIGH. I already have one speeding ticket under my belt (79 in a 50) and then I also had a minor car accident. Now I have another speeding ticket to add to my pile. I was going 108 in an 80. I’m hoping that the demerits won’t kill me too bad. I think I handled it well although I couldn’t look at the officer when she was asking me for my registration and license. While she was writing me the ticket, there was a lot of “shit, fuck…fuck, fuck, fuck. Shit. Not demerits please…I can’t afford to drive anymore. Shit, shit, shit.” Funny part is…only not all that funny at all…is that I’ve only had the car for four days and I’m already getting a ticket. I guess this sort of thing happens though…you know…testing out the new car, wanting to see how fast she’ll go. Only that’s not what I was doing AT ALL. All I wanted to do was get to work on time.

You see, Chase was in Tillsonburg playing at a bar called The Underground Lounge. So it being somewhat close to London and of course having the boy live in Tillsonburg, I really wanted to go. So I went and then drank too much to drive home so I stayed overnight and planned to drive home in the morning. The show was mediocre…metal, screaming in the mic. I don’t mind metal but I don’t like to be screamed at. I had a great time hanging out with the boy and his friends though. That part was definitely worth the trip. I did end up getting back to London for work with 5minutes to spare.

Speeding, I guess was unnecessary and cost me more than I can pay.