New years day, 2012. After a rousing night of smashing nearly a fifth to myself, I wake to my house mate telling me my car window was down. Last thing I remembered was a friend of mine coming by after a party, and he was no where to be seen. Why my window was down was beyond me. I gave her my keys to roll up my window of which she locked in her flat when she left for the day. If only those keys stayed in her flat...
After being up less than half an hour, the bit of tequila that was left had to go. And what better way to rid myself of it than to finish it off. A nice few midday cocktails to start the year off right. Before the last drink was finished, I had already worked on obtaining my keys to replenish my stash. My housemate had a relative stop by so I could get my keys, had a friend set to get me more booze, the day was only looking better and better. After throwing on a coat I made my way out the door.
Completely careless and ready to drink I decided it would be a good idea to jam my radio and fly down the freeway. As I was approaching the entrance to another, l see the flashing lights. Not one set, but two. I immediately knew I was fucked. No way of getting out of this situation. The cops were pleasant with me, blew a 0.15, and proceeded to ring in the rest of my new year in jail.
Never, never, never did I think I would ever wind up in a jail cell. Shit, even at that point I thought it would be the last. I tried getting ahold of everyone I knew, except my mother, yet everyone was out doing exactly what I had hoped I would be doing. Needless to say, my mother eventually came and had to bail me out of jail. First, and last time. Thus began the start of the glorious road I am on. After six months of dealing with pre trial after pre trial. Beginning counseling, and AA, I was on the road to my first ten months of probation. Those ten months have easily proven to be the longest ten months of my life.
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