Monday, January 14, 2013
I had a first wife. Maybe you've heard me talk about her?
One thing I forgot about was how she beat her mother up during an argument between the two of them when she was around twenty. It was long before I met her, but it still gets brought up and passed around. I asked her how the hell she could hit her own mother. I always get the same eye rolling fuck her she said effing bla bla I'd do it again. Her mother would be listening in and laugh it off.
She also got a DWI while we were married. I wouldn't throw stones. I have had one so who am I to judge? After our divorce was final and people felt safe telling me the stories of things she did while I toiled away building my construction company, I heard the rest of the story about her DWI.
There was a reason she was weaving that had little to do with her blood alcohol content. At the instant the cop turned on the red lights to pull her over, she just happened to be sucking on a crack pipe. She had some more rocks in a baggie resting in her lap and she jumped and they fell all over the floor.
So she gets hand cuffed and taken to jail where she was booked on a drunk driving charge.
No cocaine to be found any where.
I figure the cop couldn't let her go for fear of her crashing into a car load of kids and him losing his job.
But I wonder why she didn't get booked on possession of controlled substance?
Here's a hint.