10/21: "At least I wasn't drunk!"

-Jake took me down to the Police Station in his truck to retrieve my wrecked bike, which the cops had taken as evidence. As we were leaving, the cop yelled, "Next time, wear a helmet! And get a light for your bike! And wear light clothing!" I really wanted to respond with the title of this post, but I didn't feel that cocky. Then Jake and I went to the beverage den and got some nice beers, deciding it was the adult equivalent of going to the ice cream parlor after you get your tonsils out.