First off, one needs to understand my tax returns will survive an IRS audit and I have never even had a parking ticket, let alone a moving violation. So this rough n tough (not) mama bursted through the back door of a crack house with the intent of removing my then 19 year old daughter ( who does not do crack). My sense at the time was that the occupants would be more afraid of me, than I was of them.
That same week, I physically imposed myself and car in the middle of a drug deal to prevent someone, with a gun in their pants, from selling dope to my daughter.
Right about the same time, I discovered my daughter on her hands and knees in my bedroom in the middle of the night. She was looking for my wallet and/or car keys. I was beyond exhausted and had enough. I got a rope and tied her to me and slept through the rest of the night with my baby girl next to me.
I was insane.