Vandalizing the School and Getting Arrested
Growing up in a big Catholic family meant you had to figure things out for yourself—mostly because your parents didn’t have time to deal with every little thing, they were just trying to keep everyone alive.
I remember telling my mom one day, “Mom, I was vandalizing the school and got arrested, but brother Mike cashed in some pop bottles and rode down on his bike and bailed me out. He represented me court and got it dismissed because I used water-soluble paint. I won’t miss any school but I have to wear an ankle monitor until senior year.”
She said, “OK, honey, it sounds like you worked it out. Wash up for dinner.”
