i love my home state, no matter how much i'm told i am not welcome or not liked, or am made to feel that way. i wish things were better. so i don't include this, or sections like this, as a "token gesture" to offset the unflattering aspects of michigan that are portrayed in my novellas. there is a section that may be somewhat racially tense for people in this novella, but i assure you my interaction results from the undeveloped, immature judgment of character i made at the time - things change, and part of my critical-of-academia stance includes seeing how ill-prepared my classmate was for an emotionally devastating experience like a dui. i've learned what's worth it and what isn't, and what is never worth it is hate. i can't think of one time where hate made anything genuinely better in the long-term. you can only be doing hating or loving at any particular given time - so, as the cliche goes, "choose love." but i understand all too well how it burns hot and leaves ruination and sadness in its wake. mr. nichols was the other talking head in a sad, mean-spirited, and regrettable 2015-2016 facebook argument version of jibjab bantering. in this novella, i tell the story of my own dui while in law school. trust me, i understand all too well what mr. nichols, my same-year classmate at mich. st. u. college of law, went through. maybe he's braver than me, in the end. no - it's not about offing ones self - i made a promise to myself as a child to never do that. in my case, staying alive is adhering to an early-established life principle. at least that's what i tell myself.
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