Millions of Americans pass each other on the sidewalks of our cities each day.

Few are aware of who the other is, what kind of work he does, what his problems are.

For most, things are routine.

They take for granted the right to walk that street, protected by a system of laws that guarantees certain freedoms,

and that those freedoms won't be taken away without a fair trial, fair treatment, and punishment that fits the crime.

This young man is an exception.

He was arrested and found out the heartway that the American Constitution doesn't fit inside your passport when you make a mistake overseas.

His experiences with the laws of another country are almost beyond comprehension.

The retelling of his adventures is just a reminder of what can happen.

Pass me the lampshade I'm drunk again.

Blue my drug money on a corduugin.

Well, I am a cultured man with tastes discriminating.

But I'll settle for it's all glass of anything.

I fell in love with love and death and darkness.

If I'm a bad drunk well, it's not for lack of practice.

There is no, this is no modern romance.

Because I'm going home in a fucking ambulance.

Well, am I the only one drinking tonight?

The only one drinking tonight?

Spring break, young bro, it's spring.

Now I'm the only one drinking tonight.

Spring break, young bro, it's spring.

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