Well, it's official. I just got back from court and I'm a CRIMINAL!

Let's rewind to Tuesday, when I was pulled over on the way to play handball. Turns out the registration on my truck expired and I had no idea. I pulled up to the stoplight and a cop pulled up behind me. I happened to have my radio turned on at the time, and I heard him read off my license plate. So I knew he was going to pull me over when I made my turn, but I figured one of my break lights must be out or something.

Anyway, turns out the sticker on my license plate reads, "Jun 05," and that's... in the past. He was somewhat apologetic, but wrote me a citation and said I had to go to court before the 9th of February.

So this morning I went to the MVD and got my registration renewed. Turns out the root of the problem is that the MVD still had my old address on file, so the reminder they sent me never got to me. Re-registering my truck costs $80! Yowch. Then I was off to court, for the first time in my life.

I was expecting a menacing judge in a black cape or at least some gavel action. Turns out that, because my "offense" was so puny, I just talk to some clerk lady through a window at the municipal building. So it's $100 in fines and a $45 court fee and I'm done. But I was required to enter a plea, and the only two honest choices were guilty and no-contest. In this particular circumstance the two are equivalent, but I decided that no-contest sounded less... guilty.

So there you have it. I pleaded no-contest to being a 1^st degree dumbass. I can't expect to just start at the top; my life as an international crime syndicate mastermind has to start at the bottom and work its way to the top. But still, I think being a criminal makes me like 300% tougher. Don't mess with ME!