You need to get home from this party before it gets too late. In the back of your mind you know you shouldn’t be behind the wheel but, well, your thinking ability is impaired and you do it anyway. Next thing you know you’re walking the line with a flashlight in your eyes and a man in uniform on the other end. You stumble and now you’re being placed in handcuffs and read your rights. He places you in the back of the squad car and you’re left wishing you had taken a taxi.