Last night, I was almost pulled over on Rt. 53. The cop was hiding behind a ridge and he tailed me until I pulled into my street. Today, I was drag racing a Porsche on the Northwest Highway and when I stopped, a cop was right behind me. (I won, by the way.) I’ve got to stop driving so fast. (But it’s so much fun!) Stop it. (No!) I’m going to sleep. (I’m going to play some PS2.) Arg.