State Trooper
State Trooper
Feels like I’ve been down this road before, thought I’ve never been to this state before. When your driving for what seems like days I guess all the roads in these North Eastern states just kind of blend together. From where I am now I can see the glow of the city lights off to my right it could be any city in the US they all look the same from this far off.
Looks like I’m the only one on this road, good thing too, I like it when it’s just me the car and the road. I kinda wish I had a nicer car, I mean she’s a bit slow I wouldn’t exactly try to out run any cops if you know what I mean. I never felt the need to get a licence I’ve always gotten by one way or another. You do what you have to you know. I guess that’s why I don’t feel bad about some of the things I’ve had to. That don’t mean no one else has had a problem with me, I mean the courts judge cops, they’ve all been on my back before, Acually come to think of it I don’t think I’ve ever had a good run in with cop state troop or sheriff. That don’t mean I got something against‘em I mean they do what they gotta do too right.
I get tired of thinking, feels like I’m going in circles. Sometimes you run out of things to think about just like you’d run outta stuff to talk about with some one. I’m not much for talking any way, people assume so much in a conversation think they know you like they ‘ve got you figured out that’s why I usually leave most things unsaid. I don’t think any ones really known me, could explain why I don’t a wife or kids hell I don’t even have a dog, maybe I could do some time in a shrinks chair or something, some one else could figure that shit out. As for right now I could give a fuck I gotta concentrate on driving.
I reach for the radio, turn it on, once the speakers come to life all I can hear is talk radio, if I wanted to listen to people talk I’d have more friends. Skipping through the stations I can’t find any thing it’s just talk, talk, talk, talk. Don’t people know how to shut up it’s 2 in the morning what could you possibly have to talk about, just talk talk talk talk till you lose your patience, till you can’t listen any more. I reach over and turn the knob till I feel the click, silence the only salvation for me at this point I guess. I can hear my stomach now I guess I missed dinner. I needed to make time any way if I’m gonna make it to where I’m going. I don’t know how far I am cause I havn’t seen a road sign in the last 70 miles and I don’t remember what that one said.
All I see is darkness usually I like it but I’m so damn tired. It hurts my eyes to see the cars coming the other way it’s been a while since the last one, but here comes some dick now with his high beams on. My eyes strain as he goes by and I do my best from running off the road as he passes. A cop, good thing I just let him pass I don’t really need any more attention, I’ve got more problems then just no licence. I can see his brake lights come on and watch in my rear view as he turns around. I can feel my heart sink cause I’ve been here before. I think to my self Mr. State Trooper please don’t you stop me over and over in my head. About 70 feet back I can make out the light on top of his cruiser, they aren’t on …..yet. It’s hard to concentrate on driving when your being followed like this. Mr State Trooper please don’t you stop me. I’m not sure what he’s doing back there but he sure is taking his time, if he is gonna stop me let’s get it over with.
Maybe he’s not gonna stop me, Maybe he’s a got a kid maybe he’s got a pretty wife and he’s just on his way home cause his shift is over. The inside of my car turns red I guess he ran the plates or maybe it’s a random check , either way I’m surprised how calm I am for what has to happen now. I’m not one to get jittery when dealing with cops but like I said before I’ve had some bad experiences in the past. I find the signal with my left hand and pull over, I can hear the sound of my tires over the gravel shoulder, as I come to a stop my car lights up with his flood lights. I don’t know if he can see me pray from where he is but I hope I did him justice. I can see in my rear view mirror as he gets out and puts his hat on I’m not sure why he bothered maybe it’s an authority thing, but it’s kind of dark to need to be protected from the sun. I can hear his boots crunching over the gravel I just drove over I can see the dust he kicks up approaching from behind my car. Too bad I think to my self this kid couldn’t be more then 24. As he gets closer the weight in my hand gets heavier and it gets harder to do what I’ve gotta do. He leans over and says licence and registration.
