When the Past Comes Knocking

It started off like any other normal day. I was cruising down a busy road, window down, music up, pretending I had my life together—when, suddenly, I saw them ahead of me: blue lights on both sides of the road. Lots of blue lights. It meant only one thing. A roadblock.

- SONJA BROWN

I was surprised when I was pulled over to the side of the road and I rolled down the window with the confidence of someone who once paid a parking ticket on time back in 2016. "Good afternoon," he said. "May I see your driving licence, please?"

He raised an eyebrow while checking the licence disc on my car's windscreen and walked back to a trailer mumbling that he was going to run my details. He returned with a printout that looked like a CV.

"Did you know you have seven outstanding traffic fines?" he said authoritatively.