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John's Text Message

We pull out of the driveway and then head towards Novi [pronounced No – Vie], but all day long we’ve been arguing that it should be pronounced No- Vy, like the name Lori. And Al is driving, and he passes Freeze and John, and then in the process passes up a black Lansing police cruiser. He gets pulled over in less than a minute of leaving Freeze’s abode. “Shit he got me,” Al says. “Fuck, I hate Michigan. This state sucks.”

The police officer asks the routine questions, and then walks back to his car to write the ticket. Then I get a text message from John. Al asks, what did he say? I hand him the phone and it says: lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol lol.

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