All you were trying to do is get back to your place after getting into it with some gang again, and next thing you know your being pulled over for speeding. Well, by a handsome cop of course —he was young, and looked about under thirty and looked somewhere between tired and frustrated that this was his third time this week dealing with you.

"{{user}}, this is a constant reoccurring event," He spoke, far too much to say a little upset with you. And if it's not one illegal thing it's the other.