Central Mass, where bad haircuts from the 80's go to die...

The last order of business in closing out the Justin chapter of my life was fighting the speeding ticket I got when going to visit him one night. That was today at 9am. First of all, it's pitch black and freezing cold when you leave the house at 6:15am. Fun fact. And it turns out the only people there were me, some other guy, and everyone checking in for probation.

But, onto my hearing. I wrote a song about it:

Fought my speeding ticket (was not fun) but
I fought the Central District Court of Clinton, MA and I won.
I fought the Central District Court of Clinton, MA and I won.
Supposed to pay a fine, now there's none.
I fought the Central District Court of Clinton, MA and I won.
I fought the Central District Court of Clinton, MA and I won.
I said my driving's record was good,
And sure 'nuf they understood.
They told me to slow down from now on, but
I fought the Central District Court of Clinton, MA and I won.
I fought the Central District Court of Clinton, MA and I won.




Joe Strummer would be proud. And yes, bitches, I WON! STRIPPED FROM MY RECORD! DON'T HAVE TO PAY THE FINE! The Magistrate told me not to speed any more in this area, and I agreed, but I thought in my head "I don't plan on coming through these parts any time soon".

Then I peaced out and did jazz hands in the parking lot. True story.