Many, many years ago my friends and I were out in the East Village (NYC). We went out for drinks and then to recharge we walked to a pizzeria (I assume 24 hour

Many, many years ago my friends and I were out in the East Village (NYC). We went out for drinks and then to recharge we walked to a pizzeria (I assume 24 hours) to get a few bites. While I don’t normally drink I found I can hold my own with whiskey and I must’ve had about 10 (expensive!!) double shots over the course of 2 hours. Needless to say I was pretty buzzed. Anyway, another group picked a fight with one of my friends; a hot pizza was thrown at the instigator’s face and a small brawl ensued. While I’m. it physical, when one of my friends tripped I weighed out how to help (mostly made them pause, so friend didn’t get stomped); then shortly after NYPD showed up. Held hand up to show that I wasn’t a threat; saw the pepper spray out and the officer’s panicked face; and I closed my eyes because I knew what would happen. After running away as a group—thankfully the witnesses pointed out the instigators and some sympathetic bouncers let us cut through another club—I also had the presence of mind to buy a quart of milk—reasoning the fat and cool liquid would help—to ready myself against the burn. The point: Some individuals can be pretty trashed but still retain planning skills, concerns of responsibility. The baker clearly fell into this category. Sidenote: I’m glad it didn’t get into my eyes, but wow did the spray burn…even with milk.