Daytona Beach
I found myself smiling, almost laughing, and was suddenly seized by a powerful sensation of overconfidence. I could care less about this guy’s demand and his stupid bus station’s rules. I was going to finish my beer here and now. It took no time for the cops to arrive. Two uniformed officers along with the manager of the bus station presented themselves under the scrutiny of the crowed gathered around the waiting lounge. After a brief altercation, even though I was asking to go to jail, with a hint of a smile on their face they let me go. Once again I thought that cops were very nice and I was starting to get used to it.