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Kamál (Perfection), 4 Mulk (Dominion) 176 B.E. - Monday, February 10, 2020
5 DAY TRUTH or FICTION BLOGGING CHALLENGE Blog Prompt for Day 1 - You've been keeping this from us, up until now, tell us about a time when you had a brush with the law. Cars Were My Downfall Cars were always my downfall. If it weren't for cars, I would have not criminal record. It started in the last century, sometime in my high school years, which was sometime in the 1960s. We had moved from Blackwell, Oklahoma, to Shawnee, Oklahoma. For some reason, I hadn't yet gotten my first driver's license. I don't know why I hadn't gotten my first license yet. I could have been afraid of the car or my gut feeling was telling me that there were police officers just waiting for me to screw up. My stepfather decided that I should get a license, so we went onto a country road where I could practice. That session didn't go very well because I was stopped by an Oklahoma Highway Patrolman for speeding or driving weird. I can't remember which, while this incident didn't result in me facing a judge it go my name in the local paper because I was stopped by the OHP. My next encounter with the law was in Blackwell. I moved back to Blackwell to take care of Grandpa Frank and Grandma Mary. I only had a learner's permit, and Grandpa could no longer drive because of dementia. When the officer ask me if I had someone with me when I came to the police station, I lied. I had came up by myself with only a learner's permit. I failed the test because I was so nervous that I ran a stop sign. I was fortunate that the officer didn't give me a ticket. We went back to the police station, he went into the building, and I drove home. I was lucky he didn't wait to see if someone got in the car with me. I eventually got my driver's license in Blackwell, Oklahoma. My luck finally ran out when I came to Las Vegas. Here I got three tickets, which I had to pay for. One was for speeding, another for running a red light, and the third was for parking the wrong way on a one-way street. I paid the court for those, probably more than if I'd had to pay for the earlier encounters with the law. After all, Karma eventually kicks in and when she does she's a bitch. |
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