It was a ****** mary morning, with a Van Gogh sky. I woke up early, and found a bar that did the same. My kind of place dark and empty. I began ordering ****** marys, one after another.
At noon I paid my bill and caught the bus downtown. I had to be at the courthouse at one for a probation violation hearing. I met my lawyer in the hall. He said, “What the hell are you doing?” “What are you talking about?” I asked. “You’re drunk,” he shouted. “I’m fine,” I said. I followed him into the courtroom. We sat down across the table from the prosecutor. As soon as we sat down, he said, “Come with me.” I got up and followed him into the judges chambers. He handed me a small machine with a tube attached, and said, “Blow in this.” I did.
He said, "This must be your lucky day. It’s broken. Do you want a week in jail or a month more probation?”
I’ll take the longer probation, I said I had nothing but time, and a small amount of cash. I walked out of the court house. Everything looked ******.