A true tale of Lazer Tag and law enforcement
Monday
11:58 pm

“What’s this hooch here?” the deputy said as he yanked back a blanket in the back seat, revealing a 24-pack of Miller Lite.
We all shifted nervously, the kid-sized Lazer Tag vests bungee corded around our grown-up bellies feeling uncomfortably tight.
The hooch’s presumed owner spoke up. “It’s not mine, officer,” he stammered, attempting to sound plausibly innocent. “My older brother had the car last night, and he must have put that back there.”
“‘Zat so?” the deputy loudly mused with textbook authoritarianism as he looked to his partner. The gravel crunched as he walked back to his patrol car, sidestepping the pile of 10-year old ray guns. “You were just out here ..read more






