thanks, ted bundy
I reported to my proabation office this morning immediately after court. As expected, the place was jammed with unsavory characters. One plump black lady moaned when she was told she was at the wrong office.
"I can't afford to go nowhere else," she exclaimed. I guess she had blown all her savings on a bus ride to the central ave. office.
Meanwhile, a couple of scruffy dudes talked about the Snoop Dogg concert last night.
"He was forty-five minutes late getting on stage. It was messed up," the one dude said. "But then he came out with Warren G. I got both their autographs. It was awesome."
Eventually my probation officer came out for me. She was a little gaunt and icy in the face, but otherwise not totally unattractive. She had me sign a bunch of forms with expected probation mumbo jumbo: you're not allowed to have explosvies or firearms. Your not allowed to get arrested again, etc.
But there was one form that was kind of unusual. This form said that I was not allowed to profit from any book or movie deals relating to my crime, for as long as I was on probation. My probation officer explained it was a state law that was passed after Ted Bundy made a bundle off of his infamous murders.
I doubted that I could turn a kicked-over parking meter into in a best selling novel, or a blockbuster movie. But still it sucks not to have the option. Thanks, Ted Bundy.
1:19:59 PM 
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