I was talking to a friend of mine the other day. We both had interesting fathers (by interesting I mean had gone to jail) and it reminded me that my Dad is banned from one (may be more, who knows) state in the US. Although I do not want to name which state, lets just say it starts with a K and ends in ansas.
When I was a teenager, my Mom drove out to K----s to pick him up. She literally had to drive to the state line and wait for a small "duster" plane to land. My Dad got out of the plan (handcuffed) and was reminded never to enter K----s ever again.
Granted my Dad went to jail for DUI's and minor drug offenses , but I never did find out what he did to piss that state off so much.
I still watch COPS hoping to see him.
When I was a teenager, my Mom drove out to K----s to pick him up. She literally had to drive to the state line and wait for a small "duster" plane to land. My Dad got out of the plan (handcuffed) and was reminded never to enter K----s ever again.
Granted my Dad went to jail for DUI's and minor drug offenses , but I never did find out what he did to piss that state off so much.
I still watch COPS hoping to see him.
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