Learning about alcohol, jail, bail and DUI’s at 14

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I’m going to tell you a story. It’s a true story, it’s my story. When I was in high school, it was a typical Monday afternoon, I got home from school, and the apartment was empty, which was odd.

My mom was usually home or would at least leave a note. Maybe she was out, running an errand.

Surely, she’d be back soon.