Apparently, I missed my court date ( because I was ticketed for underage drinking) and I didn’t reply to the ticket I received in my mailbox (the mailbox I didn’t know shit about before Sunday afternoon). The court date was set for last Wednesday, the same day I was told I would receive a letter in the mail. So, I was expecting a ticket to go to my permanent residence, not my school mailbox.
I was chilling hard shit at home on Saturday when my mom opens my mail (she thinks she’s my personal assistant) and reads it to me. Of course, I freak the fuck out. I have a warrant out and a buck-fifty (my Christmas gift) bail to pay. Mom just keeps telling me to chill and not worry about it.
Of course, I can’t chill because I’m me and it’s a warrant for my arrest. But, I make it back to school, check my mail, and then wait to call the office and find out how to get this warrant handled. I have to go talk to a judge on Thursday and noone is going to take me serious because all I own is jeans, uggs, hoodies, and ugly sweaters. But, seriously, I have to go pay my own bail.
How fucked is that?
