I spent a night in central booking in Manhattan one August night in 2002. Arresting officers *claimed* I was in possession of marijuana. (The charges were dismissed)
Spent a rowdy Friday night in the drunk tank in lower Manhattan known as "The Tombs." Not a good time, but in retrospect, an interesting memory. I had a good conversation with these two young Jamaican brothers who said things like, "Yeah, we was out robbing people, but we didn't rob *THAT* guy, the guy they said we did."
Lucky for me, I have avoided DUI's and alcohol-related coping.
((((LAD)))) Merry Christmas, brother. I'm worried about you, and hope you are reaching out to find some support. Sounds like a tough time for you, and we want you to be safe.
But he grew old, this knight so bold / And upon his heart a shadow / Fell as he found no spot on the ground / That looked like El Dorado.