Small town in Florida -- 1985. The winter is not really cold. The day of High School final exams for the semester -- at least in History. History is after lunch. During lunch, I take a trip with two of my friends. -- At age 16 and 17 they do have license and do drive. -- We look at Playboy on the way to my friends house. -- We each drink a bottle of cooking wine inside my friends house. -- On the trip back to High School my friends let me drive a few blocks. No accident. I have never driven before or after. -- I arrive to the exam late. The teacher (male, 60) asks me where is my book. I answer "My book, .... Oh! Hello! How are you!" -- I am drunk and jesting throughout the exam. After about 15 min, I have to sit outside the class and finish the exam. That reduces my opportunities for cheating, but some notes are in my pockets. -- After exam I am very jolly -- stopping every one and telling dirty jokes. -- My parents are not happy.
When our HS was under renovation, roudabouts 1997, my buddy and I snuck in under a tarp one night to cause mischief. We ended up just walking around and leaving because they had actually secured the rest of the school from the renovating section. While leaving, we got stopped by the cops. We lied and said we hadn't been in the school, but they didn't believe us and one of them detained us while the other one went to see what we'd vandalized. They let us go when they didn't find anything.
I was never arrested. In 1990, a policeman and a policewoman talked to me and explained that setting outdoor cigarette disposals on fire is wrong.
I used to be on the Grand Canyon Fire Dept. Being a National Park, all the buildings have state-of-the-art fire detection and suppression systems, so we rarely if ever got deployed to a structure fire. What we did get a lot of were 'quarter story steel structure' (dumpster) fires from people throwing away hot charcoal after a grillout, and smoking station fires. The 'quarter story steel structure' fires (and one time a garbage truck fire) were about the most firefighting fun we ever got, so we went all out on em- we aired up, tagged a hydrant and pulled the 2" transverse lines (even though the the 1" booster line and the on-board water would've been plenty). We prolly would've gone similarly overkill on the smoking station fires too, except mother****ing Ranger Dooshbag (he wasn't really, just when he stole our glory!) always showed up right before us to put it out with his mother****ing fire extinguisher 30 seconds before we got there with the fire engine. Bastard.
