How I Got Arrested (and What It Taught Me)
I once got arrested for swimming when I was 17. Not streaking. Not fighting. Not drunk driving. Just… swimming. In a pool. Here’s what happened: It was one of those hot Amarillo nights where your brain melts and you think, “You know what would really solve all my problems right now? Trespassing.” So my buddy and I jumped the fence of an apartment complex pool after hours. No big deal — we were staying with someone who lived there. We made a verbal contract:...