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So.

When ink_ling and I are out and about, I've often driven -- I enjoy it, and he's said he likes not having to.

Saturday, we and my housemates (excluding one) went out to The Jungle, a gay bar that doesn't seem to get much traffic. After awhile, Louis got tired of being out and took his car home, and the rest of us went on to The Metro. I drove.

We were almost there, and (insert blue-and-white flashing lights) we got pulled over. I'm mildly panicky. He comes up to the window, asks me for my license... oh, oops. I don't have a license, whaddaya know. I have an Oregon ID card. He pulls me out of the car, empties my pockets and searches me (at one point sticking his hand in my pocket and feeling my balls, what's up with that I dunno), puts me in the back of the police car without handcuffing me, and leaves me there. He then proceeds to do the same to everyone else. He and a partner search the car, going through every little piece of garbage in it, blahblah. He doesn't search the trunk.

He then comes and explains himself, says he pulled us over initially because the car's tag is expired and I wasn't wearing my seatbelt (shaddup), and because two cars of the same model had been stolen recently. Opens the door, lets us out, and... lets us go.

No ticket, no warning, just an admonishment: Don't drive until you get a license, mister.

Heh.