dogzilla

My brother had a high school graduation party about 35 years ago when the drinking age was 18. I had a Firebird which lost its muffler that day and was therefore quite loud. My brother's friend had a Camaro.

We stopped at a package store to pick up several cases of beer then spent a couple hours racing around the back roads of town, finally ending up at some property my father owned on a quiet dirt road. My father's property was fairly overgrown. A neighbor's property was more open so we set up camp there. A bunch of my brother's buddies showed up for the party.

We decided that we needed a campfire. We noticed a dead tree maybe 10 feet tall so we dragged that where we wanted the fire and lit it on fire. We were on top of a small hill, so when we finished a beer, we would launch the beer bottle as far as we could down the hill and listen for the smash, on somebody else's property.

Sometime that evening somebody decided we needed to go get more people and somehow I was selected to go get them. About 5 minutes after I got back, flashlights go on and somebody asks who was there that wasn't there before. It was the cops. So I and whoever I brought with me gave our names to the cops.

The cops asked who brought all the beer. Nobody said anything so I told them I did. Then the cops asked why some girl was drinking because she was under 18. Oops. The cops said the party was over. I asked if we could stay on my father's property since nobody was in shape to drive and the cops said ok as long as it was on my father's property.

I had a small starter's pistol, basically a glorified cap gun that looked like a small pistol in the back seat of my car. When I got in the car one of my brother's buddies thoughtfully warned me to be careful with the gun. Oops again. Thankfully the cops realized I wasn't going to shoot anybody or anything with it so they didn't do anything.

When I started the car, I guess it gave the cops a clue just who might have been racing on backroads earlier that day, so they warned me that if I was racing that I shouldn't do it any more.

I went to sleep in the front seat of my car. I woke up during the night and saw everything spinning. I woke up at daylight and one of my brother's buddies was sleeping in the trunk of my car, which was pretty clever since the trunk was so small.

My brother and I asked the guys still there if they wanted the rest of the beer since we didn't want any more, then we went out for breakfast.

So nobody went to jail and that was when I decided it would be a good idea for me to give up drinking for good.