This is another great example of the bad decisions that I make when I'm intoxicated. Me and my buddy Jay were leaving Huskies, a bar at Uconn, and Jay had somehow found these guys who would give us a ride back to our place. As we're walking to the kid's car, the kid yells "Hey! Those kids are pissing in my gas tank!" I have no idea if these kids were really pissing in his gas tank or even if they were anywhere near his car for that matter but we ran over to his car as the kids got in their car and began to drive away.

Although I didn't even know this kid, for some reason I felt the duty to stand up for him, so I made a good snowball and threw a rocket in the direction of the car. Now, keep in mind, my aim is normally horrible. I pitched once in little league and they had to yank me before I could even get through the inning. Well, that night I was Roger fucking Clemens because the snow ball went right into the car's open window and hit the driver right in the face. Unfortunately, my victory dance didn't last very long.

All four doors of the car immediately open and four much bigger guys get out of the car and start throwing punches before even a word was said. I knew I wasn't going to win this battle ... My glasses had been smashed and I was on my back so I just protected my assets and kicked the kids away from me. (A great strategy if you ever get jumped) Jay was actually taking a piss when the whole thing happened but they still grabbed him and started throwing punches while he still had his pants down. Well, the kids took off, Jay got the hell out of there after getting a couple of black eyes (see pic) and I was left there with these guys who I don't even know to give me a ride home. Well, if I hadn't already ruined this kid's night as it was, on his way to my dorm he got pulled over by a cop and ended up getting a DUI. So I actually ended up getting a ride back my dorm in the back of a cop car. What a night!