Differently Wild

They really bagged me then.

And I swear to you—just as I was. Well, down below... let's just say: pretty much nothing.

My ass probably glowed brighter than the full moon over the alley. And because I still had to keep my hands above my head, I couldn't cover anything up.

So I stumbled between the two cops, half drunk, half giggling, half thinking: Dude, this can't really be happening.

The cold night air all over my skin, blue lights flickering... and me in the middle of it all, completely wasted.

Man, that night was really different. Differently wild.