


I was driving home to Chicopee Mass from Hartford, Ct after I had just won a good amount of money betting on Jai-Alai. I was fucking hammered and shouldn't have been awake much less driving. I dropped my friend off at his place in Enfield, Ct. and continued on my way home. I stopped for a red light about a mile and a half from my home. It was winter and I had the heat on full blast. The next thing I know, I hear someone knocking on my drivers side window. It was a cop who then asked if I was alright. I said Yeah, I'm fine. The cop says" We've been sitting here behind you for 5 minutes the lights turned green 4 times and you haven't moved". He shined the flashlight in my car and saw a bunch of empty Bud cans and a Jack Daniels bottle that was mostly empty. He told me to get out of the car and I explained I had won a bunch of money and was celebrating. He told me to hang on while he talked to his partner.my uncle has a story about him getting drunk and driving his car (a recurring theme for him), and he crashed the car while wasted... cops drove him home and he never heard another word, zero consequences (other than repairs to his car)
if i did that as a teenager, my life would be ruined.. i wouldnt even have the job i have now because it would have been a record and they wont hire anyone with any convictions