We don't need no thought control

It is hard to determine whether to label it a testament of character or evidence of a refusal to mature when a college classmate to whom I have not spoken in years tells me that I remain an iconoclast.

Is this really because you won't find me on Facebook? Or is it more about that bottle I tossed at the crowd control officers in Oakland last week? Y'know, just to see what would happen. Because I now realize one of those might have been an uh-oh.