The judge was an old family friend or this probably would have happened sooner.
“I’m sorry, Stewart,” he said over the phone. “My hands are tied. Six months is the minimum I can give you. Have somebody drive you to the courthouse at 9AM tomorrow and you can remand yourself.”
One last fling, I told myself as I pulled my car into the Tik Tok parking lot at 6AM.
I sat next to the third-shifters and ordered my usual boilermakers, adding several for luck.
I don’t remember anything after that, but the cops said when they arrested me I blew .35%.
Hmm, .35% is the legal alchohol limit. What’s a boilermaker? other than that a good ‘might as well, really get in trouble’ story!
.08 is DUI. .35 is comatose for most people. Boilermaker is a shot of whiskey and a beer. Sometimes you drop the shot into the beer and drink it all down Thanks for reading!
Wow that Boilermaker sounds dangerous!
Our countries must have different figures. If you blow 0.35 here you are on the legal limit.
you might want to look into that. 4 is usually fatal. it might be 03, but definitely not point three
the 0.35 is breath alcohol level it equates to 80mg of alcohol in 100ml of blood.
Palau has the world’s highest at .10
Quite a bender
Those last flings can be dangerous.
Boilermaker is a new one for me. That’s quite the bender!
Yowza! .35 and probably loose enough for this to not kill him…
Ugh, that boilermaker sounds horrible.
I think different countries call the alc levels differently and mean the same. Your 0.35 would equate to our 3.5 (we ad per mil to that), so our legal level would be 0.8 per mil which would be your 0.08. I guess Mason above means per mil, too, not percent.
I’ve no idea why I post as anonymous… it’s Gah Learner above.
You write so elegantly, Josh. I love the way you start this story, with so much concise detail about the judge.
Thanks Penny!
Dear Josh,
Some people are never going to learn. Well written. I hope this guy is kept off the streets for a looooong time. L’chaim.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I wouldn’t be surprised if he was drunk enough to not realise what had happened. I hope that he learns his lesson in those six months!
That went dark… and also felt very real.
6am and one last fling – yep, that sounds like the most ridiculous thing he could tell himself and entirely the real deal.
My brother drank himself to death three years ago. He was a caring, responsible, engaged person and also someone I really didn’t know at all. One day I’ll write about it.
Sorry to hear that. This is based on a true story. Not mine, thankfully.
Looks like he knocked the handbrake off – pity he missed that trip.