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May 12, 2007
"Have you been drinking?" The officer asked behind the glare of his flashlight.
"No, officer."
"Are you sure? Your eyes seem a little dilated." He prodded.
I shook my head calmly and maintained eye contact. "No officer, I have not been drinking."
He took my license as I sat frozen in the driver seat, never flinching except to pop open an atomic fireball into my mouth from the door. I looked up at the sharp palm leaves move an inch further with each passing car. I got lucky. This will never happen again. This is why I stopped going to bars. Bars.