in the drunk driver's class assigned there by division 63 we are given tiny yellow pencils to take a test to see if we have been listening to the instructor. questions like: the minimum sentence for a 2nd drunk driving conviction is: a) 48 days b) 6 months c) 90 days there are 9 others questions. after the instructor leaves the room the students begin asking the questions: "hey, how about question 5? that's a tough one!" "did he talk about that?" "I think its 48 days." "are you sure?" "no, but that's what I'm putting down." one women circles all 3 answers on all questions even though we've been told to select only one.
on our break I go down and drink a can of beer outside a liquor store. I watch a black hooker on her evening stroll. a car pulls up. she walks over and they talk. the door opens. she gets in and they drive off.
back in class the students have gotten to know each other. they are a not-very-interesting bunch of drunks. I visualize them sitting in a bar and i remember why I started drinking alone.
the class begins again. it is discovered that I am the only one to have gotten 100 percent on the test.
I slouch back in my chair with my dark shades on. I am the class intellectual."
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