Life: 8 hours of Traffic School...

Feb 28.09, was predicted in my mind to be a shitty and dreadful day, turned out though, it wasn't so bad after all...Due to my BS letter received from the DMV making me go to an 8 hour traffic school session or else, I chose today to do my time. I woke up feeling like Oscar the Grouch with boogers falling out my nose. I got to traffic school expecting it to be a man talking for 8 hours straight and me being forced to listen. I was suprised to find that this was not going to be the case. I went into that hotel conference room and felt like i was in an AA meeting. There were characters all over that room. It had the 2 crazy funny mother and son (who cursed like sailors) running the class, old ladys, funny spanish dudes, smoke head teenagers, and a new yorker. We talked about so much about drugs, alcohol, cars, police ,the military, people falling out planes, and especially weed, it mad the time fly. New Yorkers who still talk like there from NYC, might be the funniest, especially when they got some hood in em. The instructor asked us, does weed or other drugs, after the high has worn off effect the way you drive. This dude from the bronx, went on about how"....well I mean it depends whatch yous been smokin on, if you was hittin that bumbookie shit then hell no, but i mean if you was hittin that FIRE then helll yea you na im sayin". That instructor was so lost, his face was priceless. The entire class was filled with characters and made me laugh which made my punishment breeze by. I still say F the Police, and i hope i dont have to run into that again, might get find myself bribing the instructor, telling him code names, or getting called almond 'cause "my name aint no damn almond"