I was also digesting the formative experience of spending a night in the Amherst County hoosegow.
Spending a night in a cage was terrifying and humiliating and surreal. But I’m glad I did it, because the experience knocked some sense into me. Before that, I was such a pretender. I regularly made a fool out of myself and thought no one noticed. Or — an even worse delusion — I thought of myself as wild and free.
I have to tell you, it’s been a grand quarter-of-a-century. Just grand.
Being a non-crazy, healthy person rocks!