Something I remember is the officer standing at the machine and giving it my information. He asked my eye color and I told him "hazel." "Don't fuck around," he said. "That's what it says on my license," I retorted. I was sobering up and it was not a pleasant situation to become cogniscent in-- handcuffed on a bench in a whitewashed room, with an
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