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True story from 92 Spring Break - Daytona Beach
It was about noon and I had just left the bar at the Marriot on the beach after drinking a couple of yards of beer. Got in my car, drunk as hell and headed down the beach. Didnt get far and saw the lights in the rear view. Pulled over and knew I was going to jail. Cop comes up to my window and says youre going a little fast arent ya. Speed limit is 15 I think. I said yes, and he said can I see ur license and registration etc. As I was pulling them out he gets a call on the radio. He says just slow it down and be careful. If youve been to DB on spring break you know what hard asses the beach cops are there. I was shitting bricks and drove to the Hilton doing about 5 the whole way lol
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