...for dumbest crime of the week in South Carolina. He claims he was getting "hassled" by the cops for underage drinking (note: he was, in fact, underage and obviously drunk in public and he was still only seemingly given a mild warning, so I don't know if I would call that hassling). So he decided to key the cop's car. Except he didn't like...watch the cop go to a car. He just keyed the first cop car he happened to see. If he'd been less drunk, he might have noticed that the car he keyed was NOT a local cop car, like the cop who had come up to him - it was a state police car. And then he proceeded to just...hang out by the car for another 45 minutes, keys with paint on them in hand. So he, unsurprisingly, got arrested when the state cop, who had never seen my brother before that, came up to find his car keyed and the perpetrator just standing there.
As a side note, my mother and I were in Virginia that weekend, as I was still in high school and living at home. I had made the honor roll that quarter at school, so we went to church, I did a reading at church, we went to brunch together at my favorite restaurant as a reward for making the honor roll, and then settled in to watch a movie I'd been able to get a little early (because I worked at Blockbuster, just to date this story a bit, lol). And it was right as we settled in that she got the call from the county jail. She always said that story is a very enlightening snapshot into her two very different children and how an average day might have gone at any given time while raising us, lol.
