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"Lucky This Time." I was 16 when I started driving and, um, I was 16 the first time I was pulled over. I remember it was about 2:00 AM on a Saturday. I don't remember where I was coming from. It was 2:00 AM. Um, so the officer shined his light on my rear view mirror. He jumped out of his car with his hand over the, on his weapon and looked at me the same way a tsunami would look at a beach house. Instantly I had a flashback of the talk which unfortunately every Black kid in America is taught how to respond when confronted by police. I could definitely tell that this man was the kind of man who brings a gun to a pool party. He called me son. And I thought to myself. Huh? That's an interesting way you're pronouncing boy. He asked for my license and registration, what I was doing in that nice neighborhood, where the console is, did I have drugs. And most days I know how to grab my voice by a handle like a pen. But instead I picked it up, like he shot a glass. You're scared of what might happen if I didn't hold i