It was a rainy Monday night in April, 2004. We waited until 10:30 pm so we wouldn’t be noticed. There are two death towers about a mile from our house, so those were our first targets. My heart was pounding as we pulled out of our driveway and headed toward the towers. I was terrified someone (the police) would see us and throw us in jail. I believe I was still fairly brainwashed about the all-seeing power of Big Brother.
We decided to gift in the juniper bushes across the street, so we pulled into the gas station located there and turned around to get close to the bushes. That’s when we saw him. A local county sherriff parked at the gas station convenience store. We looked at each other and said “What the hell!” and tossed our gifts. And then we flew!
Woo-hoo!
