Now, I have no idea if the following story is true... but I loved reading every word of it. Here's how it starts:

I drank so much at Joes Cellar one night in 2007 that I drove my car up the MAX ramp on the Steel Bridge, blocking all eastbound trains.

Find out what happened when he tried to back his car off the MAX ramp, and what the police allegedly did when they got there. (Hint: There's a reason it's called "I Like Portland Police.") Do you have a public servant you'd like to thank for ignoring the fact you're a blackout drunk? (Or maybe a confession or a rant?) Submit it here in the mostly factual I, Anonymous Blog: It's the semi-truthiest!