LATE FALL, 1996
Tonight I got arrested. I hate saying that, but it happens.
I had a 40 ounce beer in my hand and one in my book bag
and I smelled like it. I was walking with my two friends, when
this cop pulls up and goes, “Is something wrong?”
We all said nothing was wrong, but then the cop pointed to
me and said, “Why does she look so sad?
I made up some bullshit about how my boyfriend and I just
broke up, but by then he had already seen the 40 ounce I was hiding in my coat.