I guess if I make to LA on a Saturday night. I'll have to see the worst movie ever made. "The Room" Adult Swim showed it and boy it stinks, but it would be great as a mystery science theatre also.
Ryan Moats has been robbed of a moment with his mother in law that he will never get back. His mother in law suffered breast cancer which is bad enough, but Ryan Moats drove his wife, her daughter from Houston to Plano, to say goodbye and they coded the poor woman TWICE hoping Ryan would be able to get in to say his goodbye but it was too late by the time he finally was able to get after this "Officer" let him get away. By the way, the red light he supposed ran, he stopped at it, it never changed so he went ahead, the light was broken, so the ticket was dropped.
Also racism, played a big part here. If some white people walked out of the car he would have let them go, but he assumed the worst. I give Moats credit for not identifying himself as an NFL player, but I would have done like his wife and said screw you, I'm going.
Also, why can't he let him go to the room and give the ticket to hospital personnel instead of wasting all that time?
Powell, Karma is a bitch.
I have always said, the cops have been there to give me a ticket but never there when I really needed them. I once thought I had an intruder in the house. I kept calling them back and asking if they were coming or not, because it seemed like forever.
I realized by going through my old writings, that I HAVE to do what I want. Also, I haven't been still lately and that's what I'm going to work on. It doesn't take total quiet, it just takes, finding the moments in the day.
Starting to get a little freaked. Bad luck seems to follow me around. It doesn't always hit me personally, but people I have seen, like Robin Williams. He has to have an Aortic Valve Replacement. Then I buy tickets to see the Who and one of them dies. I could go on and on, but it would start to get too depressing.