alright as everyone already knows i'm an alcoholic and i have to get to and fro from my house so of course i have to drive. alright last night we went out and partied as usual. on the way home i guess that i was a bit too drunk to drive, but i did it anyways. hey, sometimes i don't remember getting home but i usually do fine. about 5 minutes from my house i see them blue lights flash behind me. yup... cops. the cops walks up to me and ask me for my registation so i go looking for it. the doodoo part is that i have like 5 registations in my car so i hand them to him one after another and it was always the wrong one. hahaha i don't believe that i remember that part. well eventually he tells me to call someone to pick my ass up. yup, i wasn't going off to jail. boy was i lucky but my parents were pissed when they arrived to pick me up. damn, talk about a close one. hopefully i will have learned from this experience. hopefully.
raverboy
