[LBJ]

Toilet papering in 8th grade. We had about 50 rolls and were doing an amazing job. The owner of the house comes out and says "The cops are coming you better run!" Needless to say, our 8th grade asses booked it.

It's not easy to run in the dark. I ran into a brick retaining wall and had a cut that went down to the bone. Walked all the way home off of the adreniline and called my parents to take me to the ER. I got a bunch of stitches and staples in my leg and have a huge scar to this day.

I told my parents I fell down the stairs which they (somehow) believed until two days later when another neighbor called my parents asking if I put V8 splash in their mailbox and Klondike bars all over their front door. Yeah, we were cool 8th graders.