The first time that I was arrested
I was of age to drink having a beer
at a party and a cop pulled up and
said, “Come here, boys,” to me and
two friends. The one “friend” dropped
his beer as he walked with us towards
the cop without warning us to do
the same, so the cop busted us for
Public Consumption of Alcohol.
My jail stay was short as my father
showed up and bailed me out, something
that he had sworn for years that he
would never do. I should have learned
some sort of lesson here, but I didn’t
and I continued drinking until I was 34
with many other arrests along the way
related to me and my drinking.
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