Life Lessons From Mojo's New Acquaintance

So Mojo was let out of her house briefly, for some reason or other, and encountered an interesting drunk person at a get-together. Well, at least HE thought he was interesting, and that's all that matters in the world, huh? I found him, let's say, mildly intriguing, though NOT generally the sort with which I would wish to survive a plane crash. Though it must be said, some drunks have AMAZING survival skills. But I'm thinking this one... not so much.

It did not take long, in our remarkably brief introduction, before he was unburdening to me the legal and financial woes of his son, who was young and drunk and full of beans; an apple that not only has NOT landed close to the tree but has yet to even think of falling. This young man was apparently in his late twenties or early thirties, unemployed, still lived at home and had not fully embraced the valuable life lessons his father was so eager to share with the rest of the world. "You know, stuff you learn when you're young, but he's yet to learn it," my new acquaintance shrugged, stating with a frustrated paternal sigh what is so very obvious to us older folk. "Like, don't take a swing at a cop."

I agreed that getting into fisticuffs with law enforcement is indeed more of a young man's game.

"Plus, it costs MONEY!" my new friend informed me, mouth agape with the surprise and horror of it all. "You'd be surprised! Last time I resisted arrest, couple years ago, it ended up costing me, like, twenty thousand bucks in legal fees!"

Twenty thousand, huh? Geez, that's quite a scam they got going there.

"You're telling me! You can't tell me them cops don't know what they're doing! They PROVOKE you into hitting them! And then before I know it, they're CUFFING me and hauling me down to the station!"

No kidding? The bastards.

"But I got THEM back! When they brought me in, I decided to see what would happen if I just didn't answer any of their questions. So they're questioning me, asking me stuff, and I just sat there and stared at them. Didn't say a word."

Ah, yes. Stick it to the man. Civil disobedience. A proud American tradition. In the right hands, a catalyst for social change. How'd that work for ya?

He cracked open another beer, took a reflective swig, and admitted, "Not well."

I will leave it to you, dear reader, to imagine my surprise. And trust you will take these little nuggets of homespun wisdom to heart in your own dealings with law enforcement.