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I had a client in custody, and I booked him into the jail. I was talking to a couple of the corrections officers there and saw over
in the women’s section my stepmothers’ niece. She was serving her one year sentence for trying to drive while drunk and stoned
on marijuana so badly that her boyfriend had refused to get in the car with her. She had slammed pretty much head-on into a
car on the highway, badly injuring the other driver who was a naval doctor. He was a hand surgeon. And the accident broke
both of his hands. That’s pretty damn shitty. Anyway, there she was in the jail, having gone to trial and lost, and I noted she was
wearing not green or orange prisoner clothing, but red. Because she was being a pain the ass to the staff and had been classified
as a troublemaker. I’ll always feel bad for that poor doctor; he was out of work for a long time, recovering from his injuries.
Actually, I don’t know if ever did completely recover. Hey kids don’t get stoned and drunk and try drive a car, FFS.

Teen driver crashed into another car. I got called. Nothing spectactular, just a little fender bender. The other driver was getting
concerned that the teenager couldn’t produce an insurance card. I knew the girl and her dad and assured the driver that girl had
excellent coverage, and father was coming to the take care of just absolutely everything. And he did, because he was the owner
of a local insurance company. (And yes,we all agreed it was kind of hilarously ironic that there wasn’t an insurance card in his
daughter’s glove box!)