When I was a young man—18, 19, 20 years old—I worked in a warehouse that sold school supplies and over-the-counter drug sundries for drugstores. My job was to replace—on the huge, big ladder that we would raise up—the four-foot fluorescent bulbs. This has no bearing on what brought my bill forward, because this is something I reflected on during the writing of the bill.
My brother and I would get in the big metal garbage containers outside and—I'm not necessarily proud of this— literally lightsaber. We would make sound effects and everything. We would smash these bulbs in the big metal garbage containers.