Raise your hand if you’ve been to Groesbeck, TX. Didn’t think so. Pulling into town the night before we trekked up to Texas Frightmare Weekend, the macabre mecca of orange state horror cons, I suddenly remembered I had a warrant for my arrest in Groesbeck and Mexia respectively. I’d been living in New York for the past year or so and completely forgot the fact that I had been pulled over for speeding last summer on my way out of town. I’m of the philosophy that it’s not really a ticket unless you get written up in the city where you actually reside. There’s a fundamental difference between that and a “road-trip” ticket where honestly I am just tempted to rip it up just after law enforcement has left my rearview. When would I be back this way again, really? Why do they even bother wasting paper on out of state drivers or someone like me that was merely passing through the nearly forgotten, albeit romantic, barren landscape of small town Texas?