“I sometimes wanted to shout at them, “Why are you looking at me like that? Don’t you think I know how I look? Or how bad I smell? Do you think that I like walking down these streets, instead of sitting in a nice heated car like you, sipping coffee and eating a doughnut?” But thankfully, so far I’ve always managed to avoid the temptation. (Shouting something like that is sure to bring you to the attention of the cops, and I was in no mood to spend time in jail, or the county facility for drunks.) I’ve been in the overnight drunk tank several times. Once, they had to take me to a county facility, when I got the DT’s. I vaguely remember being in some hospital bed and strapped down, while I writhed in fear from the sounds”