I think I could write 6 pages of stories myself.

About 3 years ago, a couple months before my 21st Birthday, I was at a house party and completely wasted. Me and my friend end up wrestling in the back yard. We both get tired and are like fuck this and go back to drinking. I'm standing around in the back yard of the party talking to a good lady friend of mine when I start seeing people start darting. Cops raid the place. I watched 2 different people get tackled by cops. I'm like WTF. I JUST got arrested for drinking underage a month or 2 before this party, I couldn't get busted again or the judge said he'd put me on probation. So I walk through the house thinking will since the cops ran to the back yard I'll sneak out the front. Nope, there are a bunch out front. I walk back in side and head up stairs as I watch another cop tackle someone else break a table.

About 6 of us go in a room. 2 or 3 people get in the closet, couple under the bed, and one of my buddies gets in the bed and acts like he's sleeping (L-O-Fucking-L). I'm left with no where to go. I see a glass night stand in the corner with a small 15in tv on top of it. I get behind it, pull my shirt over my head and sit still. The cops bust in and find everyone, but me. To this day I am amazed how they didn't see me. How could they NOT see my behind a GLASS end table. They take everyone out to the front yard so I figure its time to find a better hiding spot.

I make my way into another room where there is a small door leading to the attic. I crawl in and look out the window and see 20-30 people they caught hand cuffed sitting like ducks in the front yard. I call some friends and tell them I'm in the attic and I don't know what to do. I end up just laying down trying to wait it out but its so hot I start to feel sick. I try to crawl back out to where it is cooler but I bust my ass. They heard me. I quickly lay down and dump a huge stack of magazines on top of me. The cop looks up in the attic with his flash light and says "I know you're up here come on out." I don't move. He sticks around for a few minutes and leaves. So I'm back on the mission to get out of this hot attic when I fall again. The cop runs back up, I covered myself back up with the magazines. He says "come out" again, but I just sit still. After he left I figured I wouldn't push my luck again and just wait it out. A couple hours past and I occasionally peak out the window to see if the cops are still there. Hours go buy and they are STILL out front. By this time I gotta piss so bad but know I can't get out. I ended up just pissing in this guys attic. All over everything. I go and lay back down (where I didn't piss lol) and pass out. I get woken up at 5:30am, the guy throwing the party said my friend called and told him I was in the attic. He told me the cops left and I could come out not. I call a cab and go home. The next day I find out the cops were called because of a fight (me and my buddy wrestling) haha