Dignified Is Different

And then—of course, it had to happen—I tripped.

Hey, it really wasn't my fault. There was some damn thing lying on the floor, and I definitely didn't see it.

I fell forward like a sack of potatoes. I was just able to catch myself with my hands before I landed flat on my face.

And the cops were right behind me.

They could see... well, everything. Really everything.

No wonder – my ass was practically sticking up in the air like a lighthouse. The highest point of my entire body at that moment.

I was half cursing, half laughing, still drunk... and just thinking to myself:

Okay. I'd say dignified is different.