officer, the silly walk-the-line tests he could barely fake his way through. Each excuse came quicker than the last: the road was crooked, his balance needed shoes, the night was just “too dark.” But beneath his goofy charm and bravado, the officer saw what he’d seen a hundred times before—someone who believed consequences were optional.
So when the “final test” came, he treated it like a riddle to be solved, not a moment that might change his life. His sentence about green, pink, and yellow was clever enough to make
