In the centre of attention

There's a love of attention on everyone's inner yearning, and I'm no exception. But this love of attention, I learned, should be done with enough tact and quality. 'Qualitative love of attention!'.
Yes, the sought of attention should be performed.
There are certain friendly, but rather intention doubtful people in my circle of friendshood that I have found to want to impress a lot. On the past weekend, 12 September 2008, I went for an overdrive that landed me into trouble I would like to avoid for the rest of my life. I got arrested on friday night for a stupid public drinking. Okay, to have you know how did it started, I will detail to you.
On friday, I had not enough money to buy myself even a drink. What did I do?
I borrowed R20.00 from my niece. I do not like having large debts because it gives me a fright all the time. I bought beers with my friends, who have lately enjoyed my spending habits to the extent that some of them thought of me as someone being taken advantage of. Being taken advantage of might be true, but I do not want to entertain that idea because I allocate money everytime to have fun and I have no desire to lose all my money based on the perception that someone think I'm a fool. R20.00 was not enough. My beers were finished within an hour. Because I have made a costly mistake to live with people who are poor, they had no money to finance their drinking habits, thus I fit the bill. You see, I do not mind buying people useless things like alcohol, because I know that it only hold them back. Another overdrive! Because I have an intention of sleeping with most of these girls, I took another risk. I went to the owner of the shebeen to give me six beers. I had no money, but I managed to persuade her to give me in exchange that she hold my phone until I find money to repay her. It wasn't a lot of money, anyway. This state of risk has been entrenched by the books that I read all the time. Business literature encourage risk.
Why did you have you phone held by someone in exchange of mere alcohol, shouldn't you have gone home? No. I wanted to be the centre of attention before the eyes of two girls, specifically. I wanted them to let it go and admit their love for me, say yes to my urge to have sleep with me. I was winning, until one girl from these two said she was going to a night virgil. Thank you!
I suggested we go together; which she didn't refuse. In my head it was a 'bingo'. She decided we take a beer with us. To which I did not say 'no'. Off we go, after I had changed my clothes to something warm, since it was late and a bit cold. We were three, including a friend of hers. After a short distance, she was calling 'baby'. Inside was the feeling of insecurity but I resisted it. She proposed a baby kiss, to which I didn't say yes, but I manipulated that by going for a very deep kiss that felt so good. We walked for a distance, talking. Then she walked further from me. I was left to walk with her friend. It made me a bit uncomfortable because I also wanted to sleep with. I was confident that I will sleep with either one of them.
Then the unfortunate happen! Lights on, police vehicle from nowhere in front of me! Good gracious! What did I do now? Ooh, I know what I did. I was holding a beer with my hand, in public. What next? I did not try to bribe the police who are popular of taking bribes. I apologised, humanly, but to no avail. I let it go and got into a police vehicle. Luckily, the girls I was with were not arrested. I slept in jail for the night and I was released on bail of R300.00 the next evening. It was another set back that I would love not to get myself into again and ever, because the three hundred was borrowed from another person. I hate credit.
Finally, I would persevere with my pursuit of attention, but I will also try to get myself out of unnecessary trouble that lead to my using my money to resolve it.