Got drafted for littering. My revenge was writing a protest anthem

Thanksgiving 1967. I dump trash, get arrested, and the system decides my punishment is Vietnam. Instead of just serving quietly, I turned the whole absurd chain of events into Alice’s Restaurant.

Bureaucracy thought it was breaking me. Instead, it handed me the perfect story to break them

TL;DR: They gave me war, I gave them a folk song that outlived their draft board