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| I’m Dumb but at least I’m Stupid. |
?Move along, son.?
I know the sound of an officer?s voice from twenty yards. I couldn?t believe I fell asleep there, in the gutter. How trite. It would be almost excusable ? for being trite, that is ? if I was setting the story up. I wasn?t. It was real life and it was clich?.
?You know where you are, son??
I nodded and tried to extend my arm towards the drain. I just wanted to grab the solid steel rungs that filtered the water pouring down Gervais Street, under me and into the sewer.
?Where are you?? the officer asked. He was being very patient with me. Most times, I would have been run in to the pokey. It kind of worried me he didn?t have me in the back of his car, cuffs behind my back, and a fresh bruise from where I ?fell during the arrest.?
There are things we tell ourselves that we?ll never tell another soul. This was one of those things. This would be our little secret.
The officer helped me to my feet and walked me to the patrol car. I expected the next question. It was required before a suspect was put in the back of a patrol car.
?You have anything on you that I should know about?? he asked.
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