Ahhh, methamphetamine..crank..speed..whatever you want to call it. Once you're stuck on it, good luck with your life.So just before I'm expected to vacate my home (my DREAM home), I'm sitting in my garage and get a knock at the door. Unwittingly I open it, and two cops are there, asking for me. I'm thinking.."well, if they're asking for me, they obviously dont KNOW its me they're talking to.." They had a booking photo of me when I got a DUI a year or so before, and the photo was SOOO bad that they didn't recognize me! I tell them.."no, she isn't here, she'll be back later". They say okay, then ask me for ID. UH-OH. I tell them I'll get it, and close the door. I looked at my great dane and said "WE'RE OUTTA HERE!" Out the french doors, across my yard and up the hill we run...kicking down my back fence and up into the easement we gallop...freedom is certainly imminent! Well, at least for an hour or two. We ran and ran, until I was so exhausted that I had to lay down for a second. I closed my eyes and then a voice over me said "are you ready to go now?" Darn cops! They actually found me! They were laughing so hard in the cop car and the cop said "all over 2 days in jail for a DUI?" "Now they might give you 30 days for running from us!" He even called one of his buddies on the radio and told him "I can't wait to tell you the story of the blond and the great dane"!
to be continued.....