I have a court date in New Hampshire August 15. Fuck New Hampshire! Not that getting arrested wasn't fun, mind you - I mean, getting handcuffed by some middle-aged prick with a gun and really shiny shoes? Come on. How else would I have wanted to spend my night?

The lesson, kids:
Don't drink in New Hampshire unless you're 21.
That's right, a can of beer got me arrested. Sad, really. We weren't being loud, none of us were drunk, and to top it off he brought two of us down to the station when he could have just given up tickets. (We looked up stuff online.) There were three of us there. How did he decide that person #1 was responsible for giving me alcohol as opposed to person #2, I don't know. Oh, but he was a major asshole.