19 gets ya drinking inna bar.

 

My reply to your "speak Redneck and English" comment was

This Redneck walks up to a beautiful blonde and say "do you have any Redneck in ya"? The Blonde says "no I don't" And the Redneck promptly replies "do ya want some"?


bada bing!

 

Cool..... It was 18 back when I was young here in the US. I know you know, it;s 21 here now.

 

Me too. We got into bars at 18. The bars weren't so strict back then either. Was able to get served at 16.

 

I had a fake ID when I was 16. It was one of my best friends, old ID. He was 18... Following me?

So there is a bunch of us in a bar, smoking weed, drinking whiskey, yep, in the bar at 1 in the afternoon. We knew the bartender and this was probably 1975. Little did we know there was an undercover cop sitting at the bar, Well, they raided the place, needles to say. They handcuffed all of us and sat us in the booths, and took our ID's. The cops did what they do, then they came over to our booth and said; will the real James Long please stand up!! Yep, I was useing Jimmer's ID too!! BUSTED ! Me and Jimmer had been in and out of trouble with the law since I was 11. So it wasn't nothing new!!

 

We did a lot of crop touring when I was a kid. Get a case of beer and back road it to the beach (we could park on the beach then). When you are driving down a back country road and the dust is flying your turn a corner and see lights comming, you have two choices stop or go. Found out that you can't outrun those damn radios. Next intersection there was one from all four directions. That didn't go over so well either!

 

Yeah, that was the good 'ol days. The story I told above. The cops tried to get in touch with my Mom, but she wasn't home. So they released me to my neighbor. The neighbor told Mom, of course, so that was probably worse than anything the law would do!!

If that happened today, they'd bust your ***. You'd have to go to court, pay fines, be on probation, more money. Probably send you to a treatment facility, ect. More money.

 

Yup. Most of my "adventures" did not end up in jail. My Mom actually worked at the police station as a call in matron to search any female prisoners that they had. So she knew all of the cops and they would reduce things to fines or let me go and tell Mom. The one time they did throw my *** in jail in the big city Mom found out about!

 

Oh, I been to jail, just not that time!!

 

I have been lucky. Only the one time inna big house.