My life.
I was going to say that, but I've done so many stupid things that could have gotten me killed that I would have been lying to myself.
Tell us all about it. I think you told us a story last time about some hobo you stole from?
No, why would I do that? That's just plain friendry.
Here's the story:
Me and my friends are kind of bored and so we tend to go out into the nearby railroad and climb abandoned factories, just from place to place, go into places we aren’t supposed to be in... etc. So this one time we go into this empty lot with a random booth like thing in the middle. Inside, we piss on their table and write "I love roosters" on the back of a man's leather jacket. There were cars nearby and so we hopped in and were about to check if they were driveable or not, sadly, some factory worker saw us, got pissed and chased us away. We come back approx. two days later to those cars, turns out they are out of gas. While we were in the cars, some old man was taking pictures of us across the fence. Being the dumb forgets that we are, we climb inside his factory like place to annoy him and we climb this big dome using a rop. We didn't see the old man so we climbed back down shortly, and found a golf ball on our way out. We head East until we meet some angry black man who wouldn't let us climb the fence, and it was getting pretty late and my other friend was bitching that it was his mom's birthday and that he'll be late, so he turned back. On our way home, when going past the old man's factory, we noticed that there were cops parked nearby, so we ditch the railroad and go onto the nearby streets. What we didn't count on is that the cops would be there. So one old cop seems to be circling around us in his car. My friend gets the idea of simply running off, it has worked once before, but me and my other friend didn't think it would this time, so we all stayed. The cop pulls us over, like 3 more cars come and they start interviewing us. There is this nice fat cop who luckily was the one interviewing me, and then there was this mean small latin-american cop who was acting all stingy and was interviewing my whiny friend who began to cry and admitted to everything. Apparently while we were there, a winch was stolen and a lock was broken on the old man's property. We obviously didn't do it, we were simply in the wrong place at the wrong time, but the small cop insisted that we did, and so he kept us there for an hour, asking us stupid questions and trying to get one of us to tell him where the forget the winch that we didn't loving steal went. Heck, we didn't even know what a winch was at that point.
Anyway, they shove us into the back of their car which has no leg room and interviews us some more. The small cop begins being all "bad" again and tells us he is going to take us into the station, interview us some more and do all of the regular stuff cops do to criminals. Me and my other friend (The one that wasn't crying) kind of knew he was saying that on purpose. Every other cop believed that it wasn't us that took the winch.
We joke around with the cops and make them laugh, they make us laugh, we have a good time during the drive to the 'station', so the short guy finally snaps out of his "bad cop" bullstuff and tells us "Okay, tell you what, because you guys made me laugh tonight, I'm letting you off, you will be given no tickets or charges."
They bring us home and talk to each one of our parents.
I had the time of my life and seeing the look of my dads face when I was brought home at 12 am by two cops was priceless.
There were other times where he had to run from the cops. 4 times I believe. Although we are probably going to stop now as we are getting very paranoid from the cops.
