31 May 2013
This morning, as I was waiting for the walk light to cross the street, I heard someone bellow, “Dennis!”
I turned around, recognized who it was, and shouted, “Hippo!”
His eyes were half-shut, his arm scraped. I asked, “Where did you sleep last night?”
“At the police station.”
“How did that come about?”
“I don’t know, I was drunk. I was with Joy last night.”
“I asked, “Is Joy alright?”
Yeah, she went home, then I went to my place.”
“Did you get into a fight?
“I remember going at a cop with a hammer.”
“What brought the cops in the first place? Were you making a lot of noise?”
“I remember that we were playing music. There was somebody else there. I remember who it was.”
“Was it someone I would know?”
“No.”
“Someone in your building?”
“Yeah.
I think I’ve got the papers here. Yeah, here it is, CAUSING A DISTURBANCE WHILE DRUNK and POSSESSION OF A WEAPON DANGEROUS TO PUBLIC SAFETY (highlighted in yellow). It says here that I have to appear in court on June 18th at 8:30.”
“That’s in less than three weeks!”
I asked, “Do they still serve those cold fried egg sandwiches on a paper plate, with lukewarm coffee, milk and sugar in a paper cup?”
“No, not even that. I would’ve loved to have a coffee. I had a slice of banana bread and a box of orange juice. I’m starved.”
“Do you have enough for breakfast?”
“Yeah I’m good.”
“If there’s anything you need, let me know.”
“Thanks bro. I gotta stop drinking. In fact I’ve been ordered to stop drinking. If I get caught drunk, I go straight to jail.”
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