This area is not designed for me. Its meant for hippies and protestors who transport via bicycle and light-rail. God-hating atheists and the bleeding hearts. Hobos. Scenesters. The meek and the uninsured....The City: it's really fucking me.
3 tickets in the past 4 months. Photo tickets. I'm not even able to look my enemy in the eye as he twists the blade. I've had the luxury of opening a new envelope every month, expecting to find information on my upcoming trial dates, only to be accosted by another photo of JMD with a glazed-over look on his face. An oblivious expression; no idea that he's been caught once again. No idea that in a few weeks he'll get another envelope in his mailbox that will send him through the roof with frustration. Resentment. Rage.
These are tickets that could very well accumulate to become license-ending. Tickets for going 10 mph over the speed limit on a highway. Tickets...that I literally have no idea how I'm going to pay back. Beautiful. Awesome. This is definitely what this state needs; more photo radars and more taxes. For fucks sake. I also find it very suspicious that for the past 4 years I've lived in the city I've never had a problem with tickets, yet once I move to the more downtrodden area (read: NE Portland), where the minorities become the majority, I'm blanketed with paper cuts. Real nice, Portland. AKA: The Man. I need to go listen to some NWA (because Lord knows a white suburban kid with too many traffic tickets can relate to a hundred years of racism...)
But still, this is totally fucked. I can't even think about how I'm going to handle this situation; I can only push it to the back of my mind and focus on other things. School. Laundry. Yes, these are the things that should have my undivided attention. Because in a few months this is all going to boil over and I'm going to be in a really crappy situation.
I can't believe I'm saying this, but I really can't wait to move out of the city and back to my parents.
P.S. Fuck you Sam Adams.