Guilty of Being Conrad

California has passed some good laws in the past couple of years.

Two great laws that have recently passed are no cell phone use while driving and no texting while driving. Both excellent laws. Especially for a motorcycle rider like myself. You don't know how many times I've almost been rocked by some retard either texting or talking on their phone and not paying attention to the bright blue motorcycle about to cross their path. Putnams.

So I always wondered which of us would be the first to get a ticket for either of the cell phone laws passed. I kind of wanted it to be me since I thought it would be funny to say: "Guess what, I got a ticket for talking on my cell!". But life has a funny way of working out.

I was talking on the phone with Conrad when all of a sudden.....

Conrad: "Dude, I'm getting pulled over!"

Rian: "Damn!"

Sure enough, Conrad gets a ticket for talking on his cell phone while driving. Jazz would be the next to get the same ticket. Wifey to this day lets him know how much of a "bonehead" he is. They are the equivalent to Whitney and Bobby with the exception of the cocaine. God bless them.

So Conrad was the first. He told me and I quote: "It's not my first, or my last."

One day, many months later, while hanging out with Omega, I get a call from Conrad. Of course he was driving when he called me and said:

Conrad: "Go with me to the Compton Courthouse."

Rian: "Why?"

Conrad: "Remember that ticket I got for talking on my phone while driving?"

Rian: "You still haven't paid it ?!?"

Conrad: "Yeah dude! I got a letter saying that if I don't pay it they might suspend my license!"

What a doofo!

Off we went to the glorious city of Compton to accompany our calendar challenged friend.

If you have never been to Compton, you might think that it's like it's portrayed in movies and rap songs. With "bullets wizzing by" like Mikey says to Sue in Swingers. I am going to tell you that it's like that and more! We had to wear bullet proof vests and had to make sure we didn't wear blue or red. You gotta be careful in the 17th most dangerous city in America.

On the way there I had read the letter that was mailed to Conrad and it stated that the ticket would cost him $700 and could possibly put a suspension on his license.

Rian: "Dude how much was this ticket before you received this letter?"

Conrad: "$93."

PLOP!

Now, I don't know about the rest of you, but $700 is a lot of money for me. Sure Conrad's family is known as the Hiltons of Upney and he can just go into his family vault and shave off what ever amount he needs for his expenses from the gold bricks they own, but not me.

We rolled into the parking lot of the courthouse, parked, and started our walk towards the court's pearly gates.