Forgive me webblog for I have wandered. It has been almost two weeks since my last publication...

Today I have yet another police story. As I've said before, I've never had many problems with the police before, however, I have many friends who are constantly harassed by police. For this reason, my respect for the "keepers of justice" is beginning to dwindle.

This story starts with me leaving work. It is 11:00pm, and I am ready to leave the hell-hole where I work and start my arduous 45 minute drive home. I get into my car, and drive about a mile down the road, when I see blue lights behind me. My heart sinks. I'm not watching my speedometer, and could very likely be speeding. I choke down my frustration, and quickly pull over. The officer, lets call him officer Big (because I don't know his real name, and he looks like he's been through the drive-through at dunkin donuts one too many times), walks up beside my car and points a flashlight in my face. I am effectively blinded, and officer Big asks me for my license, registration, and proof of insurance. This is my first time being pulled over, so I am not used to this routine. I quickly pull out my license, and then hand him the pile of papers I got when I bought my car (cause its dark and I don't really know what is what). He doesn't seem to enthused.

After looking my papers over, he asks me where I'm coming from. I tell him that I'm just leaving work. I want to tell him that it's none of his business, but I don't know how fast I was going, and I don't really want to piss off Officer Big be for I know how deep I'm in. He then asks me if I just got gas at the Irving down the street. I tell him no, and that I don't even know what gas-station he is talking about. I wasn't playing stupid, I actually don't know where there is an Irving along that road. He tells me that they called the police, and that they reported my license plate as a drive off. He then walks back to his car with my license and papers in his hands. I turn up my music (a Jack Johnson CD) and try to relax. In a couple of minutes Officer Big returns. He tells me that they reported a black car, not a maroon car (like mine), and so that I am free to go. He hands me my license and stuff back, and then waddles back to his car.

I don't exactly believe Officer Big's story, for a couple of reasons. For one, I highly doubt a gas-station gave my license plate number as a drive off, given that I have never been to that gas station, and the probability that they randomly mistook another plate number for my plate number is VERY low. Reason two is because if he knew the car that was driven was black, he could have easily seen that it wasn't me because I was in a very well-lighted area. Reason three is because I've heard of the antics of police. They like to pull over teenagers whenever they can. The story of a mistaken drive-off is a great excuse to pull over a teenager who is suspiciously driving around at 11:00pm at night. This gives the police time to check to see if I'm on drugs, or wearing a seatbelt, or doing one of numerous other illegal activities which teenagers often do. This may seem random for me to be saying this, but I believe whole-heartidly that teenagers are profiled by police. For example, I have a friend who was pulled over and taken out of the car at gun-point just for speeding a couple of weeks ago.

I can't wait to get back to college, where the only police I have to deal with are campus police