Went to vacaville tonight to my moms to BBQ for my brothers birthday. Drank like 5 high lifes & had a decent buzz.. Before I left, my mom threw a handful of norcos in a baggie for me. I stopped at the store before i left Vac to get a couple tall cans for the road. I get off the freeway in Vallejo literally 4 blocks from my house with half a tall boy in the cup holder, look in my rear view & see the sheriff behind me. I hit my blinker to pull into McDonalds cuz I don't want to drive up a hot ass street with an open container & the boys behind me & this bastard turns his lights on. WTF?? Now I'm freaking out!! I shoved my beer as far into the side of the passenger seat as I can, and cover it with my huge duffel bag purse. But I know I smell like beer, I'm not drunk by no means but got a goddamn open container & I'm driving my pops girlfriends car. I pull over and before he can get to the car I have my license & registration out. He comes up to the passenger window, tells me my center brake light is out, runs my L's and tells me to have a nice night. Fuuuuuuckkkk... I'm shaking like a leaf. Still... Open container, pot & a handful of norcos. I could feel the cuffs on my wrists. I should be crying in the back of a police car on my way to county right now.
Tl;dr & cool story sis breh goon but I'm fuckin happy & thankful to be in my bed right now. I feel like one of Mixerrs beyond scared straight kids right now & see the errors in my ways. I do not want a DUI.
Tl;dr & cool story sis breh goon but I'm fuckin happy & thankful to be in my bed right now. I feel like one of Mixerrs beyond scared straight kids right now & see the errors in my ways. I do not want a DUI.
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