so for like a month now my friends have been planing a graduation party for everyone in my grade. So its the night of the party and i go there at around 8 and there was only around 10 people but a ton of booze and weed. From that point on all i did was chill, drink and smoke weed with my friend till around 11. Now at this point the party was bumping, no joke there was like 50 people there and a ton of chicks and more booze. around 11:30 we are setting up flip cup when we here my friend s yelling COPS! COPS!. So im like and i fucking jump out a window and start running into the forest along with 20 other people. I end up running 2 miles in socks so i could reach the main road and there my friend g picks me up. tdrl;epic party that ends up getting busted by the cops.
Thats why I loved 9th-12th grade. I swear theres not enough time on Earth to tell you all my cool stories bro. 10+ drunk kids running away from cops was a fucking pastime.
