DUI?!!! DU WHY?

This is a brief excerpt from the book:
            I have been arrested 11 times. The first time was for shoplifting four packs of  Kools for a friend. They were so grateful at my attempt to resolve their nicotine cravings, they left me at the store after I was detained. I had to get myself home from the central station in Downtown Cincinnati.
             The second time I was arrested was much more typical of the addict experience. I was out late at the bar. I had been studying for finals so I had been running on very little sleep. I was not the best student at this point so I would cram and month into a day and hope for the best come test time. I was out for a quick drink and a dance at Cooters. This was a nightclub that hosted gay dance nights. I had been sampling my favorite- vodka and cranberry. I have racked my brain for many years. I honestly do no remember having more than a few drink. For you novices, one of the issues with mixed drinks is that you can not always gauge the amount of alcohol in the drink. The unspoken rule at the bar is that the better you tip the bartender, the stronger the drink. I always tipped well so my two drinks could have really been like 4-5 drinks.
            I am not sure if I fell asleep at the wheel or if I passed out. It was a long drive from Clifton, where I hung out, to West Chester. The drive was between 30-40 blurry minutes. Many nights I woke up in my bed with no idea how I had got there. Only one time did anyone ever take me keys. I woke up from a blackout in my car. I was trying to start my car with a stick. I was so pissed at my friends. I easily could have killed myself or other people at least fifty times, a years worth of weekends when I drove drunk or high. The night I finally wrecked my car, I hit one guardrail and spun across the highway to hit another. I was so frantic. Could someone just give me a ride to my friends house? I was so close. I had ripped my tights. My knees were bloody and bruised. The car was destroyed but I was only concerned with a ride. It never occurred to me that I had been drunk. Never. I was just tired. The field sobriety test was complete rigged but I just happened to blow over the legal limit. Fuck.
            I have been arrested 11 times. The first time was for shoplifting four packs of  Kools for a friend. They were so grateful at my attempt to resolve their nicotine cravings, they left me at the store after I was detained. I had to get myself home from the central station in Downtown Cincinnati.
             The second time I was arrested was much more typical of the addict experience. I was out late at the bar. I had been studying for finals so I had been running on very little sleep. I was not the best student at this point so I would cram and month into a day and hope for the best come test time. I was out for a quick drink and a dance at Cooters. This was a nightclub that hosted gay dance nights. I had been sampling my favorite- vodka and cranberry. I have racked my brain for many years. I honestly do no remember having more than a few drink. For you novices, one of the issues with mixed drinks is that you can not always gauge the amount of alcohol in the drink. The unspoken rule at the bar is that the better you tip the bartender, the stronger the drink. I always tipped well so my two drinks could have really been like 4-5 drinks.
            I am not sure if I fell asleep at the wheel or if I passed out. It was a long drive from Clifton, where I hung out, to West Chester. The drive was between 30-40 blurry minutes. Many nights I woke up in my bed with no idea how I had got there. Only one time did anyone ever take me keys. I woke up from a blackout in my car. I was trying to start my car with a stick. I was so pissed at my friends. I easily could have killed myself or other people at least fifty times, a years worth of weekends when I drove drunk or high. The night I finally wrecked my car, I hit one guardrail and spun across the highway to hit another. I was so frantic. Could someone just give me a ride to my friends house? I was so close. I had ripped my tights. My knees were bloody and bruised. The car was destroyed but I was only concerned with a ride. It never occurred to me that I had been drunk. Never. I was just tired. The field sobriety test was complete rigged but I just happened to blow over the legal limit. Fuck.


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