| 12/11/08 09:30 AM |
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Michael Theut
Murf..Murf..Murf...I wondered if that story would get out. To set the record straight, I didn't ask the cop to help me find my boat. The boat was rafted at a strange angle. I had to make a 3-4 foot leap onto the bow. Yes I was drunk. However not so far gone that my wits had left me. I was standing on the end of the dock for quite sometime wondering if I could actually make the jump. Around 3am, a cop walked up and said "You're not going to make it" I agreed and said that I will go sleep on a picnic table or on the lawn in front of the fort. He said that wasn't allowed but that he could put me up at the station. No crime, no paperwork, just a safe place to sleep. So I went. All was good until the next morning. A shift change had occurred in the early am. The new shift wasn't fully aware of how I got in there so they honored their standard protocol. I had to blow a 0.0 to get released. They brought me coffee, food, water etc. It didn't hit 0.0 until 1pm. By that time the crew from my boat had no idea where I was and decided to leave me on the island. As a matter of fact, most of the boats had departed. I took the ferry to the city and decided to hitch hike. I figured that a fellow sailer would see me with all of my rain gear etc. I finally had someone stop. As I got into the car, the guy says "What are you...a Fireman?" As we drove south on 75 he decides he want to take the scenic route through Petosky. I was getting a bad feeling. When we stopped for gas, I bolted. I wandered town until I found a rental car place and drove my sorry ass home.
The end.
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