Oh man, the list is long and worse yet, I am sure that I have forgotten many, many stupid things. I suppose one of those things that comes to mind has to be going out one night with a bag of smoke sitting open on the seat beside me, dobbie in hand, two six packs on the floor on the passenger side, several empties rolling around the back seat and a half-empty can perched periously between my legs, Foghat cranking on the stereo (this was a long time ago) when I opted to drive the wrong way on a one way street.

A rather large and angry looking cop pulled me over started walking up towards the car. I had eaten the still hot roach but the car reeked. In one fell sweep, I stuffed the baggie under the seat and tried to jam the still half-full beer can into that little side pocket where I kept my maps.

When he got up to the window, he shined the flashlight into my eyes (which looked little radishes by this point) and said 'Out for a little party, are you?" I didn't say anything. He asked for my license and registration. When I opened my wallet, a packet of Zig Zags fell out onto the seat.

I thought I was going die.

He just smiled at me and said 'This is your lucky day. Look at your watch." When I did, I noticed it was 11:55 PM. He said, "I could bust you all the h*ll and back right now but it's late and my shift ends at midnight. Tell you what, I will follow you to the edge of town. If I ever see you up here again, I WILL haul you in." (I lived in two towns over in the poorer section of the county and this incident happened in the really, really nice section).

So he did follow me to the end of town. I don't think that I have ever gripped the wheel that tightly before or since.

Yes, now that was stupid.

By the way, I have never done anything like that after that night. Stooooopid.