Risks...

So like I'm coming home Saturday night after running an errand down King Street. My worst fear comes true. I am surrounded by police cruisers coming out of the main station. My two brake lights don't work on my van. Only the little middle one in the rear window. The front headlight is broken. Just the glass but not the lamp. My safety inspection expired last August. I have been really pushing my luck. I just haven't had the time or focus to fix what I need to fix to obtain my new safety sticker. I hold my breath every time I drive around watching for police behind me so they don't come up on my tail end at a stoplight. 

I have had some close calls recently. One time, I recently had a police car come up behind me in the lane next to me during the daytime. As I approached the stoplight, I turned my headlights on and off in time with my stepping on the brake so my taillights would look like brake lights as I came to a stop. At least from behind. Somehow the thrill of not getting caught adds excitement to my life. I know it is wrong. But sometimes I can't help myself. It also adds unneeded stress. That was my problem in college. Too many undue risks. Some of them of incredibly high magnitude. Ke Akua and my kupuna saw me through many things which could have been the end of me. I vowed I would reform from taking risks but have reneged on my assurances. My guardian angels work overtime. It isn't fair. I can be selfish. I am trying my best. Well, not really. That certainly can't be my best...