11th grade. Kearns high hallway. Bell for class rings and a buddy ribs me about being late so I drop trou and I give him the full moon. Little did I know that one of the police officers was lurking and he rushes up and slams me against the wall and puts me in cuffs. Walks me to the principals office in cuffs with my pants still down lol (my underwear was up at least). My mom had to come get me and take me home. I had a little blood from a cut in my eyebrow opened up from my head hitting the wall when the cop grabbed me.
Anywho I ended up finding out where the cop lived (I still remember his full name to this day) and went and broke out his windows at his place.
I still have a letter from my mom that she gave me many many years later expressing her regret that she didn't stick up for me more when that happened. I tear up when I read it. I called her up after receiving the letter and told her that im glad she didn't stick up for me. I was a thug and hooligan who deserved what I got in those days and there was no reason to feel apologetic to me. I put her through hell. I was the one who should be apologetic.
One funny thing about it was that when I went in front of a judge and he read the charges he said I was charged with ludeness. I said to the judge that I mooned someone and that is what I should be charged with cause I had no idea what the hell ludeness was.
