I Was A Teenager Once.

W.T.F.

cops

We pull up to the party. I can’t believe these idiots are throwing water balloons in to the street, right next to the police officer directing traffic. Fourth of July is the busiest day of the year in our little town and these fools are drawing attention to a house full of drinking teenagers.

Kathy and I laugh about it – until sirens and lights surround the house.

“Run!”

That’s exactly what we do. We run!

Kathy takes off across the school soccer field. I hear her shouting for me to follow her, but I don’t. I head down a little alley, in between the school and the next house over.

“Stop!”

I beg my feet to please run faster, praying I can make it to my house a few blocks away.

I said stop,right now!”

I know I’m busted. I stop in my tracks. My 15 year old self, is petrified.

The police officer walks me back to the…

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