Ever since they've started with those recording warnings, it always takes me back to police interrogation. I endured when I was about 10.

I busted the windshield out of a old Dotson. There's just no Dotson car that was had been sitting down by the park, you know, for several months and I figured, well nobody want this.

So I took a bottle of boons for him. I found the park and just, I don't know why. I just sucked my dead. And then they took me in and told me why that was not appropriate.

Yeah, what did they record your interrogation?

Well, no, the Dotson belong to Timbo Reed, who despite being five foot four was one of the most physically imposing men I ever met in my life.

Wait, imposing it like five foot four, you mean he was just like Bill?

He just caught diesel with like, you know, he was just like one of those guys that like all the girls, all the guys wanted to be him and all the girls wanted to be with him, you know what I mean?

At five four?

At five four, like one of the OG short kings.

Also, he was just a very good athlete and very mean, you know what I mean? Small but wiry.

Anyway, I dipped Doug to Dodge them for months and it came to a head one time and he taught me a lesson. He didn't hit me though, so that was nice.

He taught you a lesson without a handy?

Yeah, about going around busting people's windshields out with boons for him bottles.

It's my earliest introduction juvenile delinquency.

Oh shit.

Yeah, my earliest introduction to juvenile delinquency was me and two friends peed in a styrofoam cup and put it at his neighbor's door stop.

Yeah, and so we bring the doorbound rain run and when she opened it, it spilled out all over the porch.

And to this day, I still feel terrible about it.

If I ever run into her, I'll apologize.

Hey, maybe you didn't know this, but that was my piss in that cup that time.

Just some neighborhood boys being bad.

She's like, oh, I know. I saved it and out trots three kids that look exactly like me.

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