One afternoon earlier in the summer (the same night this picture was taken, it so happens, although it is doubtful, nay!, plain wrong, the date of this encounter was July 1) we went out to Windy Bridge to explore and initiate Alex and Danny into life as an Alaskan summer worker (these pictures were taken just before the law got involved-- once again, though, not on the 21st of June. In fact, I looked at my citation; all of this occurred on June 21st. Whatever.). Anyway, we drank a few beers, opted not to litter, and carried several empty bottles back to the car. Unfortunately, some of us were far drunker than others-- Danny opted to run around the bridge with a bottle in hand, attracting the police who, after applying breathylizers to the group, wrote us all these tickets.
However, as the judge was begrudgingly forced to admit, Alaska's open container laws apply only to the driver of vehicles, not passengers. So we got off. We fought the law, and we won. The monkey (one of many) is off my back. The cop almost cried, he was so disappointed.
American justice. Fuck yeah.
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