I used to go to jail every weekend in my college days for one stupid thing or another. I got stopped once and I was so drunk I stumbled getting out of the car, but the cop didn't give me the breathalyzer (this was before drunk driving became a huge felony) and he searched me and missed a joint in my pocket. He put me in the back seat of his cruiser and I stashed the joint under the back seat of his car.
They keep me in a holding cell until I (supposedly) am sober, and this same cop accosts me outside the station, shows me the doobie and tells me to meet him back at my car. I was still so drunk it took me an hour to find the car and he was gone.
My question is: was he going to kick my ass?
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