It looked like a road block, and Rock was worried. He was drunk and riding a luge sled on rollers, traveling west on I-40 near the U.S. 67-167 interchange in North Little Rock. It was a cold, wet, windy morning and Rock struggled to maintain balance as he rolled to a stop.
He was second in line. A state trooper talked to the driver of a station wagon in front, but he paused to look back at Rock. Rock knew he had booze on his breath and was consequently greatly relieved when the trooper waved him through.
Just after he rolled past, Rock noticed a shopping center to his left that he had never before seen and decided to turn into its parking lot to give himself a chance to sober up.
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