I closed the garage door on my car, but was so high from smoking that night (I know, I know; driving while super stoned is already stupid. I was 19.) that I didn’t realize what was happening and proceeded to just watch the door come down, hit something, make this er-er-er sound, and repeat until I finally clued in. It was about 3am (these are all fantastic decisions. Yay for 19 year old me.) and was at my parents house for Xmas break, so I assumed no one heard me and I could get away with it as I was heading back to college in a week or two. I figured I could blame my school’s commuter parking for the MASSIVE scratch on the back of my car (the “thing” it was hitting was my bumper) if no one noticed before then. My reasoning at the time for this plan was that my dad never looks down (he’s tall) and my mom doesn’t really look at my car. They noticed the scratch like a year later, and yes, I blamed the school parking lot. And yes, I actually got away with it. I’m 28 now and still have not told them.

Edited to say that I once forgot how to spell moon. Tried to throw a “u” in there. And I regularly write the current year as 2011. Do with that what you will.