Okay! So! I had a little to drink last night. I was drinking Sutter red wine. And well, I stole the four little plastic-bottle cases from Rite-Aid and had them sitting next to me while I was driving. In fact, I actually had three bottles that got drunken, plus I'm a lightweight. I know. That was a stupid idea and extremely inconsiderate. My apologies. But I was driving well enough for the state I was in. Apparently when I got home I started yelling at my dad about his two other daughters that he abandoned and mentioned that he was/is a narcissist. They(the "guardians-" real worthy of that title) had the coppers called after me, which has happened before, only I never ended up sleeping in a institution. Yea. When I arrived at the front desk of this institution with an officer of glasses and tall stature guiding me towards hell for 10 hours and handcuffs chocking my wrist, an asian women questioned me of whether or not I did drugs, along with other mundane officer questions(I wonder if this is a run-on sentence.). I replied with sarcasm to all her questions and then asked her if she was an American citizen(because I’m a bitch) and then her asian husband(sitting at the desk adjacent to her), apparently, butted in and was getting frustrated w/ me. Nope! I'm not the first impression gal, but I'm working on it(I think). I felt bad later, but didn't have the time to apologize or courage or energy.
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