It was at about this time of the year, now 8 years ago, that I found myself in the custody of the local authorities.
After an enchanted evening of wintery drinking (re: mixed well liquors & the cheapest keg beer available), we had decided that the only sensible way to wind it down was to walk to Denny’s for some victory Grand Slamwiches®. Which was roughly 2 miles from where we started.
After about a mile and a half of trekking, which included no small amount of hooting, hollering, and general misbehavior, I had decided that we weren’t getting there fast enough, and the only logical next step was to take a running start and tackle the nearest inanimate object.
That object happened to be this restaurant sign.
That feat of athleticism happened to be witnessed by the patrolling police officer, who was parked not 2 lots away.
Hundreds of dollars in legal representation fees & a court-ordered restitution to Pizza Hut for $75 later, my mother was furious with me and I had the first of many Notoriety Stories under my belt.
These are not the kinds of things you wish to become your legacy.
Grateful for the wisdom & insight that took years to internalize, but ultimately led me to a more mature & productive chapter of my life.