You slam the accellerator all the way down to the floor, laying down a thick coat of rubber from your squealing tires before you pull away. You start moving at a rush and stop just as abruptly as you plow into a mailbox. Seeing the accident unfold, the kind police officer helps you out of your car and into his, where you stay until you're brought to the police station and arraigned on charges. You awake with a criminal record.