In true bonding experience this evening, my dad and I went dumpster-diving together. Okay, so my dad did most of the diving and I just laughed at him, completely convinced he'd get stuck. There's nothing quite as satisfying as trespassing with my old man, stealing plywood and making a quick getaway. I carried the goods out of the dump because I really wanted to feel like an outlaw.

Bad to the bone, baby. Bad to the bone.