“Sergeant are you drunk this morning?”

“No, I was drunk last night.”

Smiling, the MP leans over into my vehicle. Looking me in the eyes he nods his head, as if receiving permission to take whatever action comes next.

“How far do you have to go?”

Drunkenly, I point out the general direction I am headed.

“That way Corporal, I am less than a mile from my destination.”

“Can you make it there without having an accident?”

“You betcha! I am a high functioning alcoholic! I gots this!”

He taps the door panel of my truck and hands my ID back to me through the window.

“You be careful Sergeant. God bless you, and may you find peace.”

I drive off to meet my destiny.