What did you do as a teenager that would preclude you from tSCOTUS?

2 days after my 17th birthday (July 1989), my cousin and I decided we’d sneak out to meet some girls. It was around midnight and my parents were sleeping, so I knocked my Toyoyta pickup out of gear and rolled it down the driveway before starting the engine. I then picked my cousin up about a half mile away.

We proceeded to the house where the young ladies (both 15) were sleeping over with one of the girls’ meemaw. They also had sneaked out of the house, but were wearing only T-shirts with panties. You can imagine how excited my cuz & I were.

After hanging out in a pasture for a bit, we decided to go somewhere a little more private, so my cuz hopped into the bed of the truck while the girls rode up front with me (standard cab bench seat). I had a key to the gate of the local archery range, so that was to be our destination.

On the way down a winding hill, I hit a large patch of loose gravel washed out by recent heavy rains and started to skid toward a revine (I was probably going maybe 35mph) which would have been really bad news for us all. Luckily my wheels caught and we skidded to the other side of the road into a ditch which we squarely hit and flipped the truck end over end.

My cousin was tossed to safety like a catapult and the rest of us climbed out through the broken windows. This was before anyone really wore seatbelts, so it didn’t take long. Actually, I was out before a cat could lick its arse, and everyone was already standing there when I emerged.

We were all scared and in shock but otherwise unharmed. The girls decided to walk back to meemaws rather than getting caught up in the wrath. I agreed it was the best idea.

While I can confirm they made it home safely, I never spoke to either of them again.

I am not a Supreme Court Justice or politician to this day, largely because of this incident.

Tell it all, baws...feels good.