. . . and deeper in debt.

So I was driving down the street yesterday thinking to myself, “At least I probably won’t be spending THIS birthday at the police station.” At that very moment, I realized that I had just turned the wrong way down a one-way street, red and blues started flashing immediately, and twenty minutes later I’m standing in the police station paying a $115 ticket. “At least there’s no finger-printing and statement-giving this time,” I thought, then decided I was tempting fate and got the hell out. What can ya do . . .