Originally Posted by SoCal2NYC
I used to get fix it tickets for my lights, my exhaust and my tires all the time from the rookie cops or the few that were pricks around where we lived. I'd just smile, gladly take the ticket and say "Thanks, I'll just have Stan (the Cheif of Police) sign it off for me at my Dad's poker game on Sat night." (for a few years my Dad hosted huge local poker tourneys).
The one time the biggest prick thought he really had me nailed was when I rolled through a stop sign, he pulled me over, was giving me a ticket and then Stan rolls up and walks up to the window, tells him to take off that he'll take care of it...we just talked about where I was going to college.
Yeah, I hate those prick cops who always
try to catch you when you do something illegal. Fuckin' pigs always tryin' to keep a brutha down. Thank God daddy knows someone so that the police can catch the "real" criminals.