$140 speeding ticket? Check.

Got pulled over by a total Super Troopers mustache Friday night. Said I was doing 73 in a 50. Yeah, my balls. Whatevs. The bevvy of PBA and Detective's Benevolent Society cards on my dash were useless. This guy was a hard charger, he had the crazy pants and everything, hardcore HPer. Best part was, as my life continues to be chapter after chapter of some coffee table stunt book, that I was listening to one of my favourite albums on cassette and the album happens to be the Minutemen's aptly titled "Double Nickels On The Dime". Ya can't get it more ironic than that. I couldn't have planned it that clever on my best day. Anyway, here's a fun fact, the reason why the Minutemen named their watermark album "Double Nickels On The Dime" was in response to Sammy Hagar's corny stereotypical rebellious anthem at the time "I Can't Drive 55". How's that for a fun fact mofo? The HPer started backing up to return to his little sneaky position up on the grassy knoll, hidden behind some dandelions and tulips when some other speed demon flashed by him. My boy threw that ish in drive and went after him. Like I said, a hard charger. I threw in Erik B & Rakim's "Don't Sweat The Technique", turned the volume as high as it would go and peaced out like I was the man. F the highway patrol. Be careful out there, Warriors. HOLLA.