Five-O! Five-O!

Dammit. I knew I wouldn't be able to stay clear of the law for my entire trip to the US. They've finally caught up to me. I've been summoned to court, which actually kind of excites the law student in me.


But what is this? For a traffic violation? I don't even have a car here. So what have they done me in for? It's not like I'm that much of a huge unit that I have to go down the sidewalk with an sign stuck to my rear that says 'oversize' and an escort of vehicles with those cool flashing orange lights.

Nope, they got me for parking my bike against a hand rail. That's it. Apparently we're not allowed to. What the hell? I never got that memo. I tried to play the dumb tourist but that didn't work. I reckon the cop was just jealous of my awesome cruiser:


Yeah what's up? Chamillionaire and I are riding dirrrrrrty!

On the topic of cash-money, I recently spent my last Benjamin on a show ticket to watch Wicked. Awesome musical by the way, and if you're inclined towards that sort of stuff I highly recommend seeing it. Actually, anyone who has seen the Wizard of Oz as a kid and enjoyed that should watch this - I love how they work the two plots together. Brilliant. (Yeah I can be cultured and gangster).

Never fear, I actually found a twenty on my way to the show.

OK. I have to come clean, that's not really my bike. This is:


Nice and practical. And completely harmless. And I got it for a bargain - $100, which is less than the cost of my traffic ticket. When the economy is this bad I guess this is the kind of revenue that keeps things going. At least I know that Californian taxes go straight to the Governator's 'supplements' budget, if you know what I mean.