“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.
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I am a good ole country boy residing in North Mississippi. I love to read, fish, hunt, hike and go to garage sales. Flea markets are a passion of mine. I read anything, but some of my favorites are: Dean Koontz, Robert Frost, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Shakespeare, and I possess a fondness for the writings of William Faulkner and Mark Twain. If I am forced to choose, I prefer baseball to football. I enjoy Alabama football (Roll Tide)! My baseball teams include: The Colorado Rockies and Boston Red Sox.
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Oh the suspense is killing me! Did you make it safely?
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Of course!
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