Cap in hand, Dusty tried to walk a straight line along the narrow strip of road the police officers had laid out before him, but it was hard, not only because he was dead drunk, but also because he was pissed off that the lead cop seemed to be on a power trip and expected Dusty to entertain him, which made him decide to do just that, somehow, though he couldn’t walk a straight line to save his soul, executing a perfect pirouette before unloading his spaghetti dinner onto the officer’s shoes.
Great one-sentence story. When I was in law school, I law clerked with the local prosector's office and had to read hundreds of reports and watch a lot of videos dealing with DUIs (that's we call DWIs in Oregon). I've seen more than a few drunken pirouettes and lost lunches.
A cute story although I imagine the police officer did not like the ending 😉
Great one-sentence story. When I was in law school, I law clerked with the local prosector's office and had to read hundreds of reports and watch a lot of videos dealing with DUIs (that's we call DWIs in Oregon). I've seen more than a few drunken pirouettes and lost lunches.
Wow, that was amazing!
A well-executed story, Dascha! This seems like a fun challenge. I’ll have to give it a whirl soon.