Highway Patrol or HP?

I am in prison in Draper, Utah. I'm here because I headed east on I-15 for Vernal with a quarter tank of gas in the car, a gut full of peppermint schnapps, and an open beer sitting next to me. Oh. And I was wearing a bathrobe and it was the middle of the day. I wish I had at least waited for the laundry to dry before I hit the road. I know how ridiculous I must have seemed. I live in a very small town where things like this don't go unnoticed. Maybe in Miami or even Salt Lake City, you could get away with it.