Cruising down 40 one evening on my way to the parents
Yellow light, glance for risks, this'll be close
Mateo rests in the passenger chair as we 505 our way through the intersection's suggestion
Time dribbles on and we're back in ABQ
Letter for me. From Maryland. From Frederick. Police.
modern traffic ticket. The system has declared.
Annoyed, I mull
the safety of paying is chosen. Minor victory
Pay online
temporarily unavailable
I too deploy temporarily unavailable modes of operation
I've unavailabled myself for the first payment deadline
Ample time and options to pay
Money too
Maddeningly I care without action
I'll be back
I expect another letter
A bigger number
A warning good enough for another chance at annoyance
No real recourse I care enough to actually pursue
Feeling a familiar, if not boring, enlightened lethargy as I do less
I know the worries
I have the worries
I'll probably pay the next thing
My do lessness keeps the self-criticism smoldering
Not smothering. Pretty good, eh?
Time to tell the internet