This week wasn't much different, until Thursday night. I closed my bar for the first time in 2 years. Piece of pie, right? Yeah, made more cash than I would of during the day shift, and I actually got to enjoy an after work drink before leaving. I'm giving my friend a ride home now, they're not drunk and only live 3 blocks away. *friend brings an open bottle of beer for the 3 block ride, I find out after I get pulled over for a head light. Thus seeing the bottle they have reasonable cause to search my vehicle. Me: totally cooperative. I'm strangling on now...haha So the search begins. Open container, less than a gram of weed, and night in jail later.. (Fist&last night in jail) I have court, get bonded out. And told myself to grow up, or at least eat the pot next time. What's happy about this? My lawyer rocks.
And I finally stop beating myself up for it.
And, that's Jane.
