I spent a night in central booking in Manhattan one August night in 2002. Arresting officers *claimed* I was in possession of marijuana. (The charges were dismissed)
Spent a rowdy Friday night in the drunk tank in lower Manhattan known as "The Tombs." Not a good time, but in retrospect, an interesting memory. I had a good conversation with these two young Jamaican brothers who said things like, "Yeah, we was out robbing people, but we didn't rob *THAT* guy, the guy they said we did."
Lucky for me, I have avoided DUI's and alcohol-related coping.
((((LAD)))) Merry Christmas, brother. I'm worried about you, and hope you are reaching out to find some support. Sounds like a tough time for you, and we want you to be safe.
"There is a Catskill eagle in some souls that can alike dive down into the blackest gorges, and soar out of them again and become invisible in the sunny spaces... even in his lowest swoop the mountain eagle is still higher than other birds upon the plain, even though they soar." -- from Moby-Dick