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.