Today Spriggy takes some time on the therapist’s couch.
Tell me about a favorite memory.
In high school me and my friends liked hanging out at the community park. Sometimes we would play basketball, and other times we sat on picnic tables and shared cigarettes and booze that someone had taken from a parent or had gotten a college kid to buy.
One day a few of us had gathered but no one had brought any illegal substances and none of us felt like playing basketball. There was a frat house down the road and some of the brothers came to the park as well.
For some reason the college kids thought that all townies were losers and deserved to be picked on, and these frat jerks zeroed in on us. They were pretty stupid and couldn’t come up with any really good insults–just called us fags and losers who thought we were “really cool” to be hanging out in a little kids’ park. We observed that they had also chosen to come here, and then we left.
We went to one of the other guy’s house and came up with a plan to show them who the losers were–or at least to get them in trouble. That night we went around and spray painted their fraternity’s letters on some of the university buildings and some parked cars. We trashed the empty spray cans in a dumpster near their house.
Later, my friend’s brother who went to the college told us that the university believed it had been some kind of hazing ritual and put all the fraternities and sororities on probation. The one we’d picked on had to do community service too.
I think that was one of the best moments of my life.