5/11/09

You think I would have learned my lesson after waking up in a jail cell, not quite remembering the night before. But I didn't. My head was pounding, my body ached all over, I was extremely dehydrated and vomiting up the breakfast they gave me which was a prepackeged "sandwhich" that you wouldn't even find a gas station, it was so bad. What got me there was quitting my job the previous day, drinking, smoking pot, drinking, smoking more pot, and drinking... and drinking more. I do recall beer and whiskey sours before blacking out. I left the bar without saying goodbye to anyone. Not that I was friends with any of the people there. I was just there to try and relieve my sadness, I knew alot of the people... I just didn't care enough anymore at that point to get to "know" them. So I left and blacked out while driving. Viring off into the opposite flow of traffic, dogging headlights as I see them try to drive past honking, I'm pretty sure someone called the cops. The next thing I know I see the flashing red and blue lights and about six cop cars surrounding me. The officer asked, "How much have you had to drink tonite?" and I said, " A couple." What I lie. That's the last I remmeber, Oh other than refusing to blow in a breatherlizer and failing many rediculous field sobriety test. So I woke up in jail scrubs and a huge bruise on the upper side of right hand, not recalling how I got either. According to my lawyer, while being taken in and finger printed, I was also interogated for about an hour on camera. Making statements of absurdity and complete nonsense, not being able to even recal my name or what all I had done that day. After finding out this information, I felt like my personal rights had been intruded and I was taken advantage of. But I didn't really care at that point because when it comes down to it, I was on a suicide mission and the Garland Police Department saved my life. I waited several hours in the jail cell, trying to sleep off my hangover before calling my parents. Feeling incredibly stupid and ashamed of what I was going to have to tell them, I did not want to make that phone call. I selfishly just wanted to die. There in jail, with 4 girls whom I did not know. But I called my parents and they lovingly forgave me, bonded me out, and got my car out of the impound. Damn thing didn't even have a scratch on it.