Leinster tells his story of alcohol’s insidious grip on his life with a frankness and perspective that comes from having a lot of time to think, sitting in a prison cell. He hopes his “riches to rags story” can serve as a wake-up call to others.
Speeding 100 mph in a Cadillac, he got popped for his first DUI in 1979. “I was completely smashed,” but the arrest, he admits, “didn’t really catch my attention one way or another.”
By the early ’80s, Leinster was snorting cocaine, “the in-thing at the time,” a casual sideshow to the main act of drinking. It cost him an arrest for holding a $10 vial of cocaine — fallout, Leinster insists, from being set up by police who didn’t like his “massage parlor clients.” In 1985, the state agreed to spare him a felony record for possession of cocaine and resisting arrest without violence and battery, the Bar suspended him for 91 days, and he agreed to go to an alcohol rehabilitation center. “I went through all the mea culpas,” he says. Then he went back to drinking.
Another DUI landed him two months in the Orange County Jail, enduring the humiliation once reserved for his clients: mug shot, fingerprints, orange jumpsuit, huddled in a cramped cell. It took him a year to get reinstated at the Bar.
When he got another DUI in 1995, the Bar was back in his life, with a 21-day suspension, two years probation, and help to quit drinking. More psychological evaluations and rehab centers.
The grand finale hit in 1998 when he ran a red light and hit a woman broadside. Connie Vernon, visiting Orlando with her teenage daughter from Alabama for a softball tournament. She was unconscious for days, suffered facial injuries and brain damage, and was hospitalized for weeks. Within four days, he was arrested in Vegas and flown to Orlando, where he pleaded no contest to DUI with great bodily injury, and was sent to prison for five years, followed by five years probation. The victim recovered, and Leinster has paid thousands toward the court-ordered $135,000 restitution.