True Story©… Accidental Miscegenation
I live in this weird little world where innocuous deeds of my past often spend years – DECADES – compounding and coming back here in my 40s for a visit. Buckle up, we’re going for a ride this week y’all. So I’m sitting on the couch with the Wife Person™ earlier in the summer on my lunch break when we get a knock at the door and a ring of the doorbell. I glance up at the panel and see that it is not one of the neighborhood kids asking can mine come out and play or anyone selling anything. There is a sheriff department cruiser at the street so I figure I better not ignore this one. Me: “Can I help you sir?” He’s holding a manila envelope and hands it to me… Deputy: “You’ve been served” … fuck™. Back in the house, I open up the envelope to discover just what it is that I have or am being accused of to end in being served papers of any kind here. Wife Person™ is similarly interested in ...