Duncan Cyrus, age 22, The Law
I enjoy driving as much as the next person. Especially when I have my music on, a drink, and a bag of chips with some beef jerky. I just cruise and eat. This one Sunday afternoon I had gotten bored being inside my apartment and decided to go for a ride. I had a day off so I put on some jeans, a black shirt, and some brown sandals. I got my keys, wallet, and phone and headed out. I had no real destination so I drove around the city. Now, I was eating and driving, that has it's own particular stimulation. Power and freedom. The music gives you a sense of superiority and energy.
I ate my stuff and drove and drove. That is until I saw a cop car pull up behind me. I cursed out loud because I didn't know what I did. I drove a little ways to find a safe spot to stop and used a parking lot. I didn't turn off my car; I just put it in park. I didn't have anything illegal in my car so I didn't do all that crap that I'm suppose to do because I'm Black.
Anyway, she stepped out the car. I wondered sometimes how people could be cops and so out of shape. I mean, you may end up chasing people on foot. Then again, why chase if you have bullets. She didn't look like a hard-ass, but looks can be deceiving. She came up to my window and I already had it rolled down. She greeted with a question of did I know how fast I was going. I told her truthfully I didn't and she, of course, didn't believe me. I just stared at her after that waiting for my ticket.