The sheriff’s officer, he gives me a ride home from downtown because when he asks me where I live and tell him, he says he realizes it’s four in the morning on a Sunday and he’ll just take me home.

The entire fifteen minute ride, the police man, he talks to me about his wife and their sons, and how each of them must make their own choices.  He tells me about his church and asks me if I’m Catholic.  He asks me if he knows how lucky I am to be let out OR.  I say yes to everything.

Nearly five in the morning, he pulls up along my street, in front of my building, and says I need to be more careful, unzips his fly, takes out his hard uncut dick, and says, “You never know what could happen to you,” and I say a little prayer.

[full disclosure. also, this.]