Nisstyre's Corner

Funny, I didn't think I would turn into a "journal" guy, I've tried journals, when I was young, even in recent years, but just never got into the groove. Hell, can't say this is a Journal as most people think of one, its more of a "let me vent about my day" area, or talk about shit that's on my mind, when its there.

What I do find odd is, Nisstyre's Corner was more to go on about shit like the pot commericals, and other "life" things, but not my life, which is where it has gone. And yeah, I'm not one to open up to what I call Mud people, my life is mine, and there are other people who actually have attempted to do shit to my life. But I'd have to re-read the 15 entries I got piled up now, I don't think I talk too much about my life.

So for all the leering eyes of the internet, click on in, see what I'm talking about today.

And that is PIGS, and not the pink kind. They are known by many names, espcially when yer za trucker. And we have many names, I haven't heard them all yet, but of course "Smokey" is known by all, from Smokey and the Bandit. Around in Northern NY its usually a Brownie or Bear. I think Bear might be local, cause in alot of areas, it wouldn't be unusual to see a "Bear in the woods". Cops do listen to channel 19 on the CBs sometimes, they usually have them in case they need to communicate or "bitch" at one. You know, sometimes you get two asshole rigs on a dual lane interstate, riding side by side, which is illegal, cause basically they're a wall, and slow down to 25, you'd get a shitload of people. But I bear does fit, cause they're always in the woods, mostly woods around here, and along the interstates, the north/south whatever lanes are seperated by grass and trees, with little cross-overs not made for you inbetween. The cops sit there.

So guess what I got tonight, a shiney brand spanking new TICKET. Just what I always not wanted. And of course its not the first, nor even anyting important in my eyes, even for what the ticket is for, most people wouldn't care anything about their DMV record, more just the pain of paying it. And so my great offense, my great law breakage that makes me a bad citizen that must pay the man probably 75 bucks to 100 bucks after court tax.

RUNNING A MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN STOP SIGN.

This is the second time I've had one of these. First Time I was hella pissed. I live on a dead-end road, so anytime I go anywhere, I pass by a 4 way stop with a highway at the end of my road. Cop busted me for not stopping at the stop sign. For this I cannot bitch, the cop had a choice, cause its not the only thing I was doing. Running a stop sign, and it took him about a mile and a half to catch up to me...cause I was doing 80. He didn't know that, clocked me I think at 72, but when a car that was really really far behind you suddenly appears very close in a matter of a few seconds...yeah.

TIP ONE: If you think a cop has come up behind you while you are speeding, NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER, touch your brakes. Let go of the gas and coast. Touching that brake is like saying "Oh Shit, I'm Guilty".

So that was nice, he gave me the running the stop sign ticket, cause I probably did roll through the sign, sorry about that, I only go through that intersection 5000 times a day. But I got another one, just when that one has vanished off my DMV record. Lovely. I wasn't in a great mood today either, so that was gas on the fire. Thankfully Mr.Green came on over and while he's around, you cannot feel anger.

Fucking cops, Village Cop Two, we have two kinds around here as most people do. The Village Cops, and The State Troopers. All but one of my tickets have been been by the State Troopers, but tonight it was a village cop. Now I'm sure I can go say the name to everyone, and I'm going to hear "oh god that fucking asshole", cause all cops are assholes, and the odd part I've found since I got a driver's licence eons ago, I've yet to meet an asshole cop. Maybe the 300 pound 6'4" tall man stuffed in a compact dodge (but I will say its very roomy compared to most, else I wouldn't drive it, not like an OLD VW Bug...), but never meet an asshole cop yet. This guy was fine, asked why I didn't stop, I said I personally don't know, cause I really don't "think" when I'm in a car, its more like a natural thing to me to drive, I'm pretty sure I did do a rolling stop, cause I do it all the time. He shined his maglite into my car, saw the milk and cigs, checked my plates and tags, and then vanished into his car for a long time, which of course I knew meant ticket writing. But all this is, is the village fucking me out of money I do not have at the moment, I don't even have enough right now to cover my bills. Even tonight I had the money for one bill, but milk was needed (and cigs), and I had to pick holding off on the check until this friday. Which sucks, along with a few "added" bills these next few months I gotta pay. Damn village, damn pigs, damn fucking world. Yeah, its 60 bucks, but THAT HURTS me. Damn the man, save the empire.

I did want to go on about not having meet an asshole cop. So lets turn the clocks back (not that far though) to when I started to drive. I've been driving since I was 4, of course not on the public road, but I am one who can drive pretty much anything, show me the controls, and I'll whip that fucking around the parking lot. So bing, I got my licence, in NY State you got a 6 month Probation Period. So about after a week of "trained" driving, I started exploring, speeding, and whatnot. Now none of that has nothing to do with my compared to many short list of tickets. I had one bad year that consumed most of the list.

First Ticket of course was speeding, 55 in a 35, but it was down the main highway of the town, which is a dual lane highway (we have no real need traffic wise for dual lanes, so...its pretty much comfort room), and nothing is built on the highway itself, all structures are along side, behind fences, or you turn off on a side-street to pull into the place. And yeah, 35 is pointless for an area with no humans or animals, most peopel do 40 to 45, I was hyper that day. Busted, speeding ticket, I threw the keys down with the tickets to my parents, they didn't take the care, but were not happy.

Flip the calandar a few pages. I take one of my good friends known as "The Jew" who isn't jewish, but is the spitting image of one so its an age old joke, he was called this before South Park too (bastards). He was going to prom, so I drive him (I was the only one with a licence, my friends were lazy, and hell, the jew got his only a couple years ago, and my other friend doesn't even have one) to where his father worked, a bank, to pick it up. So yeah, he picks it up, and I go to back out, and some crazy old guy doing 90 through the parking lot wizzes by me, and of course my bumper kissed his car...pretty good. And of course it wasn't some blind old man, was some pissy fat round guy who claimed to have "special" paint on his car. The K-9 Unit came on this call, filled out at ticket, cop said he knew the guy, and the guy was an asshole.

Two Cops, No Assholes.

Couple more months was Expired Inspection Sticker. Very fucking minor, I think if you go get it inspected, they just throw the ticket out. Road Block got me on this, and it wasn't really my fault, at this time all my car expensives were being done by my old man, and sometime he requires a poke with a stick to get him to get shit done. The cop was nice and quick about this, espcially since I had the car full of my friends...and we're not exactly business people.

These three I call my "bad period" which ended November of that year with my head going through a windshield. Hey, not my fault, some guy crossing the highway in his car didn't see me (due to a car pulling off, so the angle was just right). BAM, my passanger front corner kissing his driver corner. Luckly he had turned to the right and I turned to the left, so when we hit, he went off in one way, and of course lucky me goes off the highway, off a cement colvert which I kind of flew off (3 feet down) after running over some little metal reflective poles into mud. With all of this, my body was flung forward to the center of the windshied, luckly my head was turned sideways so I didn't hurt my pretty face, but I did take out my rear-view with my skull, and cracked the windshield, with my skull. In the end I was kind of in my passanger seat, luckly not on the shifter. Sat for about 5 seconds while I contemplated what happened, jumped out the driver side, looked around for a second, leaned back in and got me glasses. Axle Foley was the guy (ok, not the character from the movies, his last name was Foley though, which stuck with me). Of course his car still moved, he asked if I was ok. My car, well, the fender molded quite well around the engine block. And hey, I got luckly. 500 feet down the road was a Rest-Area, with a state trooper sitting in it, about to give a guy a ticket for doing 80 in a 55. That cop was nice.

4 Cops, 0 Assholes

TIP TWO: When pulled over, the best thing to do is sit looking forward with your hands on the wheels until the cop speaks to you. This way he knows you are not reaching for your gat to pop his ass to next tuesday.

Shit, now that I think about it, I don't have many tickets. After that I pretty much played it safe...or just haven't been caught. 3 Years ago I got the running the stop sign ticket, and of course over the summer I got pulled over in my truck doing 70 in a 55. And now this.

And I'm spent. No one probably read this far, except one person I know who will, the one who would of heard me rant about the cop tonight, but I hope she is resting, and watching law and order. I hope you enjoyed my rant, probably not, this is more of place to drain my mind. Now I need to go post in my other blog, if you don't know where that is, well then, go search.