“Oh, knock it off. It’s a fine.”
It’s not fine!
“A fine, not…I’m not playing your Abbot and Costello games.”
What I worry about is the decision-making process.
Why’d you get pulled over? VW bus?
Dead bumper stickers?
Obama stickers? Those are worse.
“No. What? No. Dude: we were two long-hairs in the middle of nowhere who rolled through a stop sign stinking of weed.”
I guess it’s not that big a deal.
Where was the bag?
Was it locked?
“Yeah, and so was the trunk in the back.”
THEN THEY GON’ NEED A WARRANT FOR THAT!
“I don’t think that’s the actual law.”
No, fuck this: you’re being railroaded. I’m calling William Kunstler!
Fine, I’ll call Kuby.