Well, I no longer have any legal monkeys on my back. Which means I no longer have a technical "warrant out for [my] arrest" for not getting a fine paid in time. So alas ladies and gents I reenter the working, and driving, population without fear of being hauled away in cuffs if Smokey pulls me over.
I feel so happy about this but I somehow imagine Chris Rock should be screaming in my ear: "What .... what ..... oh, you proud you ain't got a warrant out for yo arrest?! Well, you ain't supposed to have a warrant out for your arrest, you dumb cracka'. Whaddya want, a cookie!?"
Hah. I'm a dumb cracka. Keepin' it real on the southside.
