superchunk on 28 February 2008
Once. I used to live in a little cotton farm area. One day a friend and I were out messing around with our bb guns. We ignorantly decided that it would be a good idea to shoot at the cotton pickers windows. (Big arse truck that picks cotton). Well on our third or so shot of a good 100m or so it actually broke the window.
The farmers chased us down and we were arrested. My friend, it was his shot, took full blame so I was freed with no charges. We were 12 or so.
