After the jailer took custody of my shoestrings, I found myself locked inside the "gay cell" at the Hollywood Division station on Wilcox Avenue. It was around 3 a.m., and I had just blown way past the legal limit on a breathalyzer test.
Patrick Range McDonald The author in high school.
A passed-out drag queen was facedown on a bunk next to me, and I read every line of my pink DUI summons three or four times, not quite believing that I had actually been arrested. Just an hour earlier, I had cut in front of an LAPD cruiser on Highland Avenue north of Hollywood Boulevard, was pulled over, and found to be intoxicated.
I had never been in trouble with the law before, and after the third or fourth read of the summons, I decided the lies needed to stop.More »