The room is full of people. Arraigned for diiferent things. 15 years old boy got pedestrian ticket and is there with his mom. Didn't show the court because was too scared. I don't blame him.. In this court everyone had something common. No one had show the court first time when they were supposed to. They call my name to come up to talk to judge. He askes me am I quilty or not. I say quilty. He askes why I didn't show the court the first time when I was supposed to. I told him because I left the country on the day I got the ticket. He says that's no reason. I ask if I may explain to him. He says, you can talk but it's not gonna change anything. I'm just about to cry. He askes if I want come back with a interpreter. I said: no, I don't really like it over here. Everyone laughs. Judge knocks the gavel and tells that the case remains as it is. I have to pay $1500.
I walk out and doesn't pay it. I'm not gonna pay that. Later I hear that you should have said this and you should have said that.. The judge didn't wanna hear anything. I'm just gonna get new name and that's it.
I'm not really on the mood to talk about BMX right now. Pissed of is the perfect describe for the atmosphere in my mobilehome.