The Silly, The Naughty and the Fluffy II

This story is about when I was under the influence of The Beatles and Bob Dylan, ok... OK and BEER too, I was about 25 here, 23 - 25, those years kinda all blurred together you know, so hard to pin point exactly unless I sit and think bout it Heehee. This particular day, I was listening heavily to John Lennon and Bob Dylan, specially Johns "working class hero" unfortunately that got me all riled up and it was my employee evaluation, so in my interview my boss told me that I was a bad influence to the other younger employees, who I did not know it, all looked up to me and were influenced by how I acted and talked. SO, I was the bad type I guess because I didn’t tuck my shirt in, but let it hang out, and left most of the buttons undone, which I guess showed too much chest hair, I listened to my radio to loud in my stall when working on the cars, had a relax attitude and questioned everything, and I grew a beard and mustache, which just scared the hell out of the bosses for me to have a beard and listen to rock while I worked with my shirt tucked out and chest hair showing ROTFL... So the younger guys started to do the same... needless to say I didn't agree with them and went on & on ranting about how the dealership was like and "evil corporation" trying to suck the souls out of its employees and how my boss was just an evil puppet without a heart or soul of his own, and that’s why they wanted all of ours... Heehee, I don’t know, maybe I would have gotten into bad trouble for that if I wasn't so dam good at fixing and being a mechanic... I told you that story, so that I can now tell you this story:
After work that day, me and my friend decided to go blow off steam and bought a couple of 30 packs and an 18 pack for desert... I know, bad dirty perv mechanic boy Heehee... and well, after more talking about the recent passing’s of the day we became Heavily under the influence of The Beatles and BEER, and decided that modern music sucked and that who better to save music than us (I know) soo we formed our self a groovy little band of just us two and decided that we were going to put on a roof top concert just like the Beatles did. So at 2:00 am ish we climbed onto his roof with our guitars in hand and we just started jamming, horribly apparently because the police were there in about 15 min. Heehee... to arrest us for disturbing the peace and quite possibly public drunkenness at 2 am ish... Well, being young and full of... well... you know the saying, we decided to make a run for it, so we tried to jump onto his neighbors roof, and run for it, well my friend made it over; however, I fell straight down and into the bushes and was easily caught LOL The cop was laughing so hard I could hear him saying to himself "Dam son" and he ended up letting me go with just a warning... Truth be told I do not remember the moral to this story, maybe if you’re going to put on a roof top concert, do it before 2:00 in the morning and having too much drunken fun Heehee... o.0
Hhhmmm writing this story reminds me of John Lennon’s "Working class hero" song which was what I might have been listening to at the moment, that or House of the Rising sun, either way, its all the same… o.0