It was one of those nights you wouldn't want to experience. I came from San Diego that night and somehow did not feel for beer though it was Friday night. At around 1:00 AM, my roomie wanted more. We went around but did not find any gas station close by that sells beer. I convinced my drunken friend about not putting too much effort for beer. I could get him say YES only when I reached the traffic signal. I turned right and saw a cop car pass by in the opposite road but did not give any damn about that. Within seconds, I see that patrol car following me. He pulled me over and announced on the louad speaker to park my car close to the curb and remain seated. He searched the car with a flash light and asked me if I have anything that is illegal to carry in the car. I said in low voice that there is nothing that I know. This is my first incident of being pulled over by a cop. I was thanking almighty for not drinking that night. He asked for license, registration and insurance. I collected all that in a hurry and passed it to the man in uniform. I just wanted to see how my drunken roomie is doing but could hear him answer something in very low voice to the other officer.
I was occupied with so many thoughts. Officer returned and asked me to step out of the car. For some reason, I started to think that they are going to charge me for something. He asked me again and again if I was drunk. I kept telling him NO. He asked me if I smoked Marijuana or cocaine. I said, "NO, not so far in life". I came clean in all the tests he performed on me to know if I was driving under some influence. Both the officers talked indistinctively and one of them asked me why I tried to run away seeing them. I understood only then why I had to go through all this. I explained him that we made our mind to go home after stopping at the signal and I turned the car right after making sure there is no traffic behind. He returned all the papers he collected and said, "drive home".
Overall, it was hell of an experience and will not easily fade away. I was kept thinking about that whole night. I drove many a times here after I got drunk. I now realise how important it is not to think of driving after drinking. It is not easy going through this kind of shit. It is so scary to be questioned by men in uniform. No, not again!
September 04, 2006
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