Miller High Life and/or PBR: for getting drunk for cheap.

Steel Reserve: for getting drunk for cheap and going to jail.

I remember that day,
complete loss of control,
feeling more than just drunk
more than upset at the position I found myself in.

I remember the self destruction
and the understanding that it was an experience
that I needed to have in order
to have something called legitimacy maybe?

Handcuffs are very, very uncomfortable
but so is waking up on a couch in
a building full of cockroaches
to realize that everything that brought
you there was your own fault.

I will never know why I was so angry
will never understand why I was such a monster that day
unless I give myself the excuse of thinking
that I had lost all hope in anything.

All I can say with any certainty
is that if somebody ever dares tell me
ever again that because I'm white
I don't know what it's like to be
picked up off the street, they are
sadly mistaken.