So this is going around Facebook, as it often does:
I don't think any of my friends who have posted it have had less than a triple-digit sum. Mine is $40. Yep, seriously, $40. ($70 if you count meeting a musician more famous for being an athlete, which was awesome, but that's generous.)
Not that I'm ashamed. Hell, I'm proud. Because, let's face it, most of this stuff is sociopathic hell-raising. Most people grow out of it, but I was never in it. Among other reasons, because I was more likely to be a victim of a prank than to prank someone else. Also — and I got teased for thinking this as a kid, even though it took me until early adulthood to articulate it — I didn't want to face serious consequences for the equivalent of a weak sugar high.
This isn't to say that I was a prude — add truly subversive acts like changing minds, exercising critical thinking and helping pull metaphorical fire alarms on public wrongdoings, and I'm making it rain.
Some of these things, though, I wish I did — like travel outside the country. That and — well, that, mostly.