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Man I got a wild one...
Freshman year of college I had just started drinking, so I was kinda a new to the whole thing. We had an end of the year party in the office, and of course it involved lots of alcohol. Of course I got wicked drunk, and from what I told I left the office at some points and kept climbing in the windows to get back in, despite the fact that there was a fully functioning door. Go figure.
Flash forward to later in the night, some cops come about 1 ish because apparently some dick spotted us through the windows and ratted us out. They take all of our IDs, I'm sitting there with my rum and coke (thank god I wasn't holding a bottle) hoping that I won't get busted on only my third time out...They start chit chatting with us all, hand us back our IDs, and tell us we do a good job on the paper and to keep the noise down! I couldn't believe it. Of course I had to press my luck, and in my drunken state I recognized one of the cops from an interview or something and tried to talk to him...he looked at me funny and told me he never talked to any reporters. The rest of the guys there were giving me mean looks, but in the end we got off with NOTHING! scot free... it was great.
My friend and I left and I took a few swings at him because apparently I was convinced that I could kick his ass and that my japanese and irish blood made me a superior drinking machine. I am neither Japanese nor Irish.
Man, I'm a really bad drunk...
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