I must warn you he's too absent minded to actually keep a journal/diary, so I'm writing this entry for him.
He's 17 years-old. That's important to know because in PA you are not bestowed with the responsibility to drive past 11pm with a junior License, which he has. Of course, there are few exceptions which don't apply to this entry.
The Friday evening following my broken foot revelation I slept in our daughter's room. This fact became a blessing for my boy. The reason for the bunk switch is due to my wife's incessant turning on her side while she sleeps and yanking the comforter every fifteen minutes or so. It was creating painful issues for my foot.
9:00 pm, I pop two tylenol 3 and "Goodnight Irene". Phone rings me out of my slumber a little after 1:00am. Didn't see who called. Missed the light from the phone to see. Immediately back to sleep. However many minutes later f-cking phone ringing again. I'm awake see its my son.
The moment I pick up and before I speak I'm saying to myself in my head "Boy I'm injured wake f-cking mommy up to get permission to sleep out". She never gives it by the way.
Within the milliseconds of my inner conversation the voice on the other end is a Police Officer. Brings me right out of my slumber. He's asking if anyone can come get him because he's not allowed to drive since he's 17.
Now I flat out said to the officer I physically can't drive to get him (Broken Foot) and there is no way I'm waking mom to get him (She literally was away traveling for work and just got home). I'll pick him up from the police station tomorrow morning I state.
The officer was sympathetic and said no and drove him home around 1:45 am.
Now I need to get downstairs and outside without waking my dog because he won't shut the f-ck up and in turn would wake Mom = Death for all. I went down the stairs on my bum and then left thru the Kitchen sliding glass door undetected. I see the cop car approach as I made my way to the porch.
The minute the officer saw me in a boot with the cane I felt I won the jury.
"Hi Officer what brings you to my home at 2:00 am on Shabbat?
"Well sir, I observed a car parked in the soccer fields which should not be there at 1:00 am? Radioed into headquarters that we didn't know if the vehicle was occupied until approached on foot and then from a distance witnessed two young adults in the back seat f-cking." "After they dressed, we called you.
He's 17 years-old. That's important to know because in PA you are not bestowed with the responsibility to drive past 11pm with a junior License, which he has. Of course, there are few exceptions which don't apply to this entry.
The Friday evening following my broken foot revelation I slept in our daughter's room. This fact became a blessing for my boy. The reason for the bunk switch is due to my wife's incessant turning on her side while she sleeps and yanking the comforter every fifteen minutes or so. It was creating painful issues for my foot.
9:00 pm, I pop two tylenol 3 and "Goodnight Irene". Phone rings me out of my slumber a little after 1:00am. Didn't see who called. Missed the light from the phone to see. Immediately back to sleep. However many minutes later f-cking phone ringing again. I'm awake see its my son.
The moment I pick up and before I speak I'm saying to myself in my head "Boy I'm injured wake f-cking mommy up to get permission to sleep out". She never gives it by the way.
Within the milliseconds of my inner conversation the voice on the other end is a Police Officer. Brings me right out of my slumber. He's asking if anyone can come get him because he's not allowed to drive since he's 17.
Now I flat out said to the officer I physically can't drive to get him (Broken Foot) and there is no way I'm waking mom to get him (She literally was away traveling for work and just got home). I'll pick him up from the police station tomorrow morning I state.
The officer was sympathetic and said no and drove him home around 1:45 am.
Now I need to get downstairs and outside without waking my dog because he won't shut the f-ck up and in turn would wake Mom = Death for all. I went down the stairs on my bum and then left thru the Kitchen sliding glass door undetected. I see the cop car approach as I made my way to the porch.
The minute the officer saw me in a boot with the cane I felt I won the jury.
"Hi Officer what brings you to my home at 2:00 am on Shabbat?
"Well sir, I observed a car parked in the soccer fields which should not be there at 1:00 am? Radioed into headquarters that we didn't know if the vehicle was occupied until approached on foot and then from a distance witnessed two young adults in the back seat f-cking." "After they dressed, we called you.
