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How Many Posters Have Been In A Paddy Wagon Or Been To Jail?

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Never been to jail but spent a night in detox following a dwi (reduced to dwai by nothing short of a miracle) circa 2002 ish.

I played chess with a homeless guy. They gave me paper shoes. There was orange juice. I had to walk home in the rain. It sucked.
 
The only reason I know he was homeless is I ran into him on the streets of Denver walking home from a club the next week. He recognized me from detox. Small world. That was really weird now that I think about it. It's weird to think about being young and going out drinking every weekend. I stopped doing that pretty much the following year.


RJ-- do you really like that tostada or are you messing with me?
 
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I have the time to write since I'm seriously procrastinating cleaning up the biohazard that used to be our bedroom. Finally, the lesbian story.

When I was 22 or 23 I had my heart broken by a douchebag for what I determined to be the last time. I was turning gay. I had lots of friends that were gay and was always telling them that I was switching teams. They all told me, no, sorry, you're not gay. The conversation, usually drunken would degenerate to "yes I am", "no you're not", "yes I am". So shortly after the "douchebag" incident I was hanging out at a coffee house that I frequented. There was a girl there that was always shamelessly flirting with me and blatantly hitting on me. It was funny and fun, but it was obvious that she was serious. We would always talk about school and music and hang out with a group of friends that pretty much lived at the place. She was flirting with me as usual, but this time I said, okay, lets go. She was like "really! Awesome, we'll go get some drinks and go back to your place. The only thing is, you have to drop me off at school tomorrow" I said "no problem".

This is the part where people get mad. They want sexy details, and all I'm going to say, the alcohol was consumed, the act was committed and the alarm was set.

We woke up in the morning, jumped in the car and she gave me directions to "school". School was not the local community college as she had led me to believe by the omission of key details, the school was the local community high school.

She was 17.

Can you imagine how I felt dropping her off at the front door in the line of cars filled with moms and their kids jumping out of the passenger side door. Talk about a walk of illegal shame.
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