Many who have been dumb/irresponsible enough to get behind the wheel of a car with their brain saturating in absurd amounts of alcohol know exactly what the drunk tank is. It is that cramped, stuffy, disgusting and depressing group holding cell in the jail meant for intoxicated detainees fresh off the streets. The room is often stuffed past it's capacity with fucked up/withdrawing drunks and druggies who snore, groan, vomit, sweat and convulse their way through the nights and days, which blend together in a haunting and miserable way. And although the holding cell experience is a terrible one, it can also very easily breed new trains of thought. Looking up from the bottom with the knowledge of one's own accountability, it becomes easier for one to switch perspective. For one bitter-sweet moment, life is simple and nothing matters but the here and now, where i am, how i got here, and to never come here again. Opinions that were once important (blonds or brunettes, republicans or democrats, dogs or cats) are entirely obsolete in the drunk tank. The purpose of this online journal is to "blog like i'm in a holding cell", to look at points of humanity and society without pre-concieved opinions, for a closed mind hinders education. Politics, social issues, philosophy, the whole shibang.
Opinions are like assholes. Everyone's got one.
