My first crush was a woman I met in college. We hooked up once or twice. But, my fondest memory with her was in the back of a cop car in South Dakota.
We were driving to the DAPL protests. Just outside of the our destination, we heard sirens and saw flashing red and blue lights behind us. We had been smoking weed in the car, so when the cops smelled it, all three of us were arrested. Sammy was arrested first, and I was arrested second. The cops put us together in the back of a squad car.
We had driven there with Frank, and so while the cops arrested him, we started making out. I felt rebellious.
“No touching!” the cops yelled, but we ignored them. From this experience, I learned not to smoke weed in the car.
Things We Forget 
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