Adult Blogs: 8TH STREET LATINAS left that night thinking about Lara, thinking about what we might do the next time she came to my apartment. I was still thinking about her when I saw the blue and red flashing lights in my rear view mirror.
The cops gave me a Breathalyzer test, and I blew just over the limit. This gave them a reason, they said, to search the car and pat me down. They found a couple dozen pills in my pocket, and less than a quarter ounce of my own personal stash. I was looking at losing my license, and maybe jail time for the possession charges. Plus, they kept asking where I'd gotten over a thousand dollars from... I knew I didn't have to say anything without an attorney, but I was sure not having an answer for them made it pretty obvious where the money had come from.