Its a real, real long story...
Basicly, theres this 3 story-high building, which was like an old wharehouse, anyways as kids we thought it was desolate, so we decided to turn it into a 'crib'. We do so, for like 4 months, about 10-15 of us fixed up this old wharehouse and smoked bud and got drunk as hell all the time in it. Fucked shit up basicly.
Anywho, after about 4 months of being there on our weekends/free time, A night came, that was so crazy, I cant do it justice with words... At first, we heard a chopper, we just thought nothing of it, except that it was loud, so someone sticks there head out of a windows and says that its flying incredibly low with a spotlight. At this point were all freaking the fuck out (its like 2am, were drunk and high beyond good measure)...next thing you know, sirens, so so many.
I took off with 3 close friends, they came to this place the most and knew a good escape route, we split from the other 4 people..Immediatley we jumped through this window that led onto a metal, scaffolding type of balcony overlooking the wharehouse floor...and the most shocking thing you could see whilst high was in the main room below us, about 7-10 cops. through all the noise of the sirens, and chopper, they had no idea we were standing about 2 story's above them (atleast 30+ ft)...I was in panic, was shaking really bad, and I dont know why (but I'm faithful) I ran away from the other 3 I was with, and climbed out of this tiny sort of ventilation window, which was the riskiest thing Ive ever done..I was clinging on to the side of a window, tiptoes away from a 30ft drop, and climbed ontop of the whare house roof.
I thought I was going to die, if not do life in jail or some shit lol (I was about 15 at the time) Standing on a thin metal warehouse roof, with a chopper beam blinding me, sirens ringing in my ears...I thought I was fucked. I attempted to 'fire man slide?' down the guttering/pipes that goes all the way down to the floor, I get about 15ft down, and fall, I shit you not, I flipped in the air backwards, and landed on my stomach in this small, hedgerow type bush (which I had no idea was even there).
Got straight up, and hauled fucking ass. Had no idea where I was running, just ran. For sure the police on the ground were chasing me, could hear them moment away, but thank fuck the helicopter didnt follow, as the police's low light emitting torches are what probably saved my ass. Eventually after running for about 5-6 minutes, I got to this pointy metal fence, it was like an anti-entry one, as spikes were pointing at the way I needed to climb over. Thought fuck it, Ive came this far, If I get impaled now then whatever. Miraculously get over without a single cut, I collapsed on the opposite side of the fence and died. For about a minute I was gasping for air, listening to the police get closer and closer.. I knew they werent going to get over the fence, but I decided to play it safe and start running to a nearby neighbourhood.
I feel like I dragged this story along WAAAAAAY too much, so yeah..My final escape home was; Me finding a neighbourhood, dodging a bunch of cop cars patrolling, me finding out I lost my phone, wallet and bud during the pole fall...and a long ass walk home.
Tldr- Was a stupid kid, broke into somwhere, cops came (chopper, 4-6 cars), we later found out they came because they thought it was a 'meth lab'? lol. I climbed ontop of a really tall roof, did some james bond shit...however fell backwards into a bush, got up and did some running that would do an Olympic proud. All at whilst I was mad drunk, and stoned to high heaven.
Sorry for such a long post
Edited by Sanguine, 02 May 2012 - 11:57 AM.