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Pretty sure most people around here know about my night in the slammer, I have spoken about it numerous times.........but once more won't kill me:
I sent the night in a Massachusetts State Police jail cell in Natick. They got me doing 120 mph down the highway sh*tfaced out of my mind. I blew a .18 after 3 hours without a drink.
The next day I sent the whole day shackled wrists to ankles waiting for my bail hearing. When they let me go, no bail was required, I had no idea where I was. I did the only thing I could handle at that point, I walked into the first bar I saw and got a drink and asked how to get home. I found the nearest train station took it to South Station in Boston and walked into work with the same clothes I had on the night before......mind you I was at a Pearl Jam concert that night so I was wearing shorts and a sleavless shirt, cuff marks on my wrists and a black eye. Not sure how I got the black eye.
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