A lil' D and D... the bad one.

That's right, drinking and driving.

I can explain why my summer was so lame... I fucked up.

Back in February of this, the '06. I went to visit my friend Ashleigh who goes to New Paltz.

Ryan and Knobs got in my car and we left for some drinking.

Knobs called up his Ex and she came out for drinks with all of us. It was a pretty good time despite my coming criminal operation of a vehicle. There was a sake bar and we had some beers.

Fast forward--we drop off Ashleigh and were on Route 299. Getting pulled over by a State Trooper.

Fuck.

It was like the apocalypse.

I knew right then that it was over. I did as the officers asked with a resigned gloom. They were nice enough to park my car down the street and handcuff me with my arms in front.

The three of us were taken to the Highland Trooper Barracks. I was fingerprinted, photographed, and asked to blow into a tube.

I blew a 0.15%, over the legal limit of 0.08% BAC.

After writing me three tickets, they let me go to my friends. I felt awful.

Knobs and Ryan were sitting in the waiting room. Matt was coming to pick us up.

It was this night that I smoked two cigarettes. Oh well, at least I didn't start back up again.

Knobs took a very blurry picture. It still captures my misery somewhat.Guess what happened next?

We got pulled over again in Walden. The scene was ridiculous.

Matt's driving was impeccably good as the cops followed us. It was very obvious that we were going to be pulled over for simply being four people in a car at 4am.

There go them lights.

Matt's window doesn't go down so he's talking through the back. We tell them that were being picked up because I just got a DWI. Knobs is passed out in the back. It was very obvious that they just wanted to check us out. The one guy asks Knobs for his ID. He's searching every pocket for his wallet that is comically resting in his lap. He finally finds it to everyone's amusement. Knobs is still very drunk.

The cop takes one look at his ID.
"What's this about an outstanding warrant in Cornwall?" the cop says.

"You're fuckin' with me man." Knobs blurts out.

We all had a laugh and they let us go on our way.

I called out from work when I got home. It was starting to get light out.

My worries were just beginning.

Drinking and driving is some serious shit. My license to drive was in jeopardy.

Next post: Court, Costs, and Classes - Why you can't afford afford a DWI.

Hey, it's November now.

I am hereby claiming back my blog. I had let it slide for too long. Procrastination and writers block became habit and all of my good ideas shriveled up and died before ever nearing that treacherous, electronically dusty "Publish Post" button.

But no more!

Since I'm just getting back into this I'll be brief. I don't really have any crazy stories because truthfully it was a dull summer. I can't remember anything significant about the whole three months prior to September. If anyone cares to remind me of something entertaining please do.

At the end of September I went to NC for a gathering of family at the beach.

Silly Uncle Bill has got some big feet!

It was pretty fun. We were on the top floor of of these condo's with a great view.
In October there were mountains. Dan and I went on a number of trips up Schunnemunk.



















Also Harriman state park last week.