Here is a small clip out of my book of memories.

a very good friend of mine left Montreal to move back to Nova Scotia. Me buddy and I were down(depressed) and putting back a case of 24. Well around 11 p.m he and I decide we would call our wives(both on the night shift)and tell them we were going to N.S. for five or six days. Permission granted, we decided to take a short cut through the States and get there before them. Well somewhere in Maine I was needing to go, so we pulled off at a gas station that was closed and I proceeded to relieve myself up against a building. There was a tap, tap on my shoulder and here was the biggest cop I had ever seen. He said " Do you know it is against the law to urinate on public property." I said that he was probably correct but at this time in the morning everything was closed and I had to go. Don't remember how we parted but everything went O.K.
I then took over driving and got stopped about 20 minutes later. Cop comes aasksk's for my drivers permit. I hand it to him and he says where are you going (this was around 4 in the morning), N.S. I tell him.. "Have a safe trip" I thank him and off we go.
I'm 6 foot. No permit to drive, case of 24 open in the back seat and my buddy who passed over his permit to me is about 5 feet.
Those were the times. Crazy, and dangerous as well.
A short story of something I shouldn't have done. But I regretegreat it.
Adrien