A seatbelt that has no earthly business being there 5/28/07

Well, it happened. 9 years, 10 months, and 22 days after I received my license from the Coffee County Driver License Station despite appearing younger than thirteen and failing to look before changing lanes on the highway, I've finally gotten a ticket. I noticed the cop coming after me on the way home from a run. The only things I imagined might be cause for concern were that my tags are from Tennessee, I wasn't wearing a shirt, and I didn't have my seatbelt on. I quickly put my seatbelt on, since that was the only thing I could correct in a few seconds. Little did I know that I've been wearing my seatbelt wrong for almost a decade. Thank you, Officer V. Larson. Apparently it's illegal to wear the strap under and not over your right arm. Am I sorry for what I did? There's not a day goes by I don't feel regret. Not because I'm at Tiny House and you think I should. I look back on the way I was this morning, a young, stupid kid that committed that terrible crime. I wanna talk to him. I wanna try to talk some sense to him. Tell him the way things are, but I can't. That kid's long gone, and this several hours older man is all that's left. I gotta live with that. Rehabilitated? It's just a bullshit word. So you go on and fill out your citation form Officer V. Larson, and stop wasting my time, because to tell you the truth, I'm hungry, and you're making me late for my golf game.