Cops in the 1960’s used to stop my father, and they’d drive him home in their cruisers while their partners drove his car. They once towed his car out of a ditch.
Then the laws tightened up, and my dad lost his license for a year. My sister and I took turns driving him to and from work, and he was much more a stay-at-home drunk after that.
He never did time for it, but he got totally shitfaced every day of his life. The old bastard lived to be 75, pickled to the gills.
He was my father, and I love him, but he once told me he wished I had never been born. I was 15. So I didn’t like him very much after that.