have served as judge, jury, and
executioner for your entire
childhood, and it feels like they give
you a life sentence for every
misdemeanor. In that moment,
when I should have been scared of
the cop, all I was thinking was Shit
shit shit; I’m in so much trouble
when I get home.
The cop called in the number-
plate registration and discovered
that it didn’t match the car. Now he
was really on my case. “This car is
not in your name! What’s going on
with these plates?! Step out of the
vehicle!” It was only then that I
realized: Ohhhhh, shit. Now I’m in