sucks for kenny, he should have paid his tickets.  

-jah (just another human)


in the UK we would say "What a bunch of  c u next
tuesdays!" :)

        -----Original Message----- 
        From: Greg Earle [mailto:[EMAIL PROTECTED] 
        Sent: Thu 06/11/2003 15:13 
        To: [email protected] 
        Cc: 
        Subject: (313) J.A.N. (was: Re: (313) KDJ
        
        

        [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
        > "It's been proven in history
        > no matter what I do or what I become
        > I'll always be J.A.N in this country....
        > AMERIKA
        > (This planet's greatest thief)
        > signed - Just Another Nigga"
        
        Reading this reminded me of something that just happened
yesterday:
        
        Kenny Larkin got pulled over by the cops in Beverly Hills
for no reason.
        (Just hours before his comedy showcase at the Laugh
Factory!!!)
        
        I'll let Kenny pick up the tale from here (apologies to
those on Friendster):
        
        "I'm on Santa Monica Boulevard in a brand new white
Mercedes Benz CLK 320,
         that my friend let me keep for a week while she's out of
town.  I've driven
         this route almost every day in my own cars (BMW,
Porsche), and never had a
         problem.  But, guess what happens?  I get pulled over by
the Beverly Hills
         Police!!
        
         I'm shocked because I wasn't speeding, traffic is heavy,
my seatbelt is on,
         blah, blah... The cop approaches the car and says, "Your
driving is fine,
         but I don't know about the registration.  Can I see a
copy of your insurance,
         registration, and driver's license?"  I say, "Well, this
isn't my car.
         A friend let me borrow it for the week.  She didn't leave
her registration,
         or insurance with me.  Oh, here it is, and here is my
license."  Now, mind
         you, I'm wearing sweaty, workout clothes.  I have on a
black skull cap, and
         I'm totally unshaven.  To him, I'm lookin' like, well...
you get the picture.
        
         He goes back to his bike to check everything, while I'm
chillin' in the car.
         Ten minutes go by, and I look in my rear view mirror to
see what's taking so
         long.  When I look up again, I see this paddy wagon pull
up behind me!!!  The
         other cop gets out, confers with his colleague for
another 10 minutes.  I'm
         thinking, what's going on?  So, finally the dude walks
back to the car and
         says, ``What's your social security number?'', I said
``Why?''  He says,
         ``Your driving privledges are suspended in the State of
California.  You have
         a warrant out for your arrest from San Bernadino county
stemming from an
         unpaid speeding ticket you received last year.  They sent
you a notice to
         appear, and you didn't, so..... Step out of the car,
place your hands behind
         your head.''  I almost passed out on the spot!!!
        
         Boy, I wish there was someone there taking a picture,
just so I could see the
         look on my face when that cop put those handcuffs on me
in front of full-on
         rush hour traffic.  For those who don't know me, I am the
squarest man you
         will ever know.  I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do
drugs.  But, here I
         am in the back of a paddy wagon about to go to jail, on
the biggest nite of
         my comedy career!!  Who did I screw over in my previous
life??  I'm sitting
         in the back of the paddy wagon, while they search my
friend's car, and I'm
         hoping she doesn't have anything in her car that might
"complicate" matters,
         but they find nothing.  So, they take me to JAIL, and
book me, fingerprint me,
         take mug shots, put me in prison overalls, the whole
nine... I'm in shock by
         this time, because I learn that if I don't make bail
($5,000 cash), I will be
         staying with them for 2 days, and then transported up to
San Bernadino to
         their jail, until my court date.  ``What!  But I have a
show in 3 hours!''
         ``Not if you don't make bail buddy.''  So, I had to call
my parents, who both
         flew in from Alabama, and Michigan to see their son
perform at this world
         famous comedy club, to bail me out of jail."
        
        A year ago, the same thing happened to me.  I got pulled
over for speeding
        and, it turned out, due to an unpaid parking ticket in SF
(!) from years
        ago, I'd actually had my license suspended (and didn't
know about it, 'cos
        they sent it to my previous address and the forwarding had
long since expired)
        and I, too, had a warrant for my arrest.
        
        Did I get carted off to jail?  Did I get fingerprinted,
mug shot'ed, put
        in prison overalls like Kenny Larkin did?
        
        No.  I got sent home on my own recognizance.
        
        I'm disgusted at what happened to Kenny.  Only in Amerika.
        
                - Greg (J.[ust] A.[nother] [P.rivileged]
W.[hiteboy])
        
        
        

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