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September 13, 2003

So, you know that feeling you get when you look in the mirror and there's that row of cop lights on the car right behind you and you look down at your speedometer and see you're doing 44mph but you don't really know what the speed limit is on this street so you try and look all nonchalant and not hit the breaks or anything because that would just be like admitting you knew you were speeding and he'd pull you over for sure and right about then the lights all come on spinning and blinking so you start pulling over but now the sirens scream on and you jerk even more upright in your seat because now he's on your bumper and you swear that those mirrored sunglasses of his show the reflection of your license plate, reversed and restored by two mirrors now and fully readable, and just as you're actually able to wiggle your car over to a semi-safe stop, only scuffing the curb with your tires a little, he guns his engine even louder and jerks over to the left and blasts past you and out of sight?

And when you remember it's the bathroom mirror you know it's time to go back to bed.

  Yeah, Saturday  morning is the wrong time to recall that while tequila may be your friend on Friday night, it is the kind of friend that still enjoys pulling shit on you..  

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