Well not quite but almost.
After I left you guys place I went back to my Buds place on the beach in Boca. Rite around the corner from your shop.
Where I proceeded to have a few sips of the devils brew.
Now not one too be much in favor of drinking and driving. Especially with a truck load of guns.
I made the mistake of thinking I could drive 280 miles home. I was more tired than inbibed.
Sooo. I got on the Fla. turnpike heading "wrong direction" toward Miami. Dont ask.
I know a lot of people down there, so I pulled off at the next exit and got out the old address book.
Made calls and finally found someone who would pick up the phone.
I have a key to my girlfriends mothers house, who told me too stay the night there. Margate.
Only bad part was here brother is a Religious fanatic anti drinker. He shows up and me and Mom had to sip the devils brew in a back bedroom.
Love the lady. She likes the devils brew.
Got up in the morning and was able to see "North" on the turnpike.
Followed the signs back to my swamp and all is good. No jail.