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Busted – Again pt 3

Continued from 3 August 2020

The following is an excerpt from my book Saturation.

I studied my handcuffs as we drove away. They were heavy and cumbersome, which made dialing and holding my cell phone awkward. Calling Dad was no easy feat, but I managed.

“Hello?” He answered on the first ring.

“Hey, Dad! I’m in a cop car! Dick just had me arrested. Again! We’re going to jail!” I said enthusiastically.

“Who’s We?” He asked. I noticed he didn’t sound very surprised.

“US. The cops and me. We’re all in the car. Together. We’re driving. Just a sec, Dad.”

“We’re going to jail, right?” I asked the cops.

“Yep. We’re going to jail.” One of them answered.

“Yeah, Dad? We’re going to jail.” I said back into the phone.

“Jenny, Dick just called me.” Dad said.

“He did? But I just got in the car. We aren’t even out of my neighborhood yet.”

“He called me as soon as you guys drove off.” Dad explained.

“But it’s almost 2:00 a.m. there. Weren’t you asleep?” I asked.


For a moment my alcoholic anesthesia lost its potency and I had to corral a small army of hostile emotions into my throat so I could swallow them. Dick had called my Dad before me! That asshole! Why hadn’t he called someone in his own fucking family?

Published by Jennifer

I've finally found my happy place in sobriety. Yay! Go Me!

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