Recklessly create a risk..
This image, is the “result of one of those nights”…. I can’t really remember specific details, but I’ll do my best. If I am not mistaken, we were BBqing on my balcony porch, of the apartment I rented off of Mike Tag’s dad. This is in the early days of Ice Beer, specifically Natural ice, or as it was referred to, Natty Ice, Nasty Ice, and so on. The thing about Natty Ice, is that its cheap, and has almost twice as much alcohol as the swill we would normally drink (5.9%). That night, I had a pocket Knife and were shotgunning these god forsaken cans, and we were well fueled up. Fuel for the asshole machine, thats another term for it. Anyrate, someone was driving by the place repeatedly, and we ended up throwing beer cans at them, as we felt they were looking for trouble, although its more likely they were looking for the neighbors teenage daughter. At some point the cops show up, and the first thing they hear is “Kill Cops”, and they freak right out, and when questioned about it, my pal Pierce simply Responds, “oh, that was just the radio”. Wow. anyrate the cops are not stoked, and tell me to clean up the cans, and I do, except for one smushed can of Sam Adams, that had clearly been there a while. The officer tells me to pick that up as well, which probably wouldn’t have been a big deal, yet I reply- ” I don’t even drink Sam Adams…”
Off to the Hokey, and well primed on shitty Beer, I am now in the holding area, until the nice girl I was dating bailed me out. That was pretty awesome. Upon Leaving I discover the Knife still in my pocket, and think “holy shit” I was just in Jail with a knife in my pocket…. and it was off to the bar.
“fuck the neighbors…”
