never pay a traffic ticket if you can spend hours of your life, losing valuable sleep, fighting it

Well, that went well. Thank you, lil' one.

The only reason for this post is to provoke someone into wondering "why is she up so early in the morning?" The answer is, "in solidarity". (Ok, it was early when I started this post - I had to figure out how to get that picture there, had to edit the bugger, you know.)

PP has to appear in the Village of Elmsford (known around here as "Village of the Damned") Town Court this morning to fight a speeding ticket - 70 in a 55 mph zone - that may or may not have been legitimate. I mean I was there, but who looks at someone else's speedometer.* I'm not going to be a witness on his behalf, though, because I would break under the Jack Bristow-Agent Burke-stylo torture they no doubt would inflict on me. Doesn't matter anyway - in traffic court interested-party witnesses are ignored and you are guilty unless the cop doesn't show, in which case they try to plea-bargain you down to a mere $100 fine and no points. Well, that's what he's hoping for. I sit here, awake, hoping I don't get a call about a distraught author making a disturbance on Stone Street, taking revenge on Dollar, [SCROLL DOWN!] the horse.

I'll be sure to let y'all know.



*DISCLAIMER: any implication that you may infer, of course, is poetic license, fictional embellishment of the truth which is that he was totally driving within the speed limit, as anyone who knows him knows, thank you very much.