Seriously? The craziest night of my life (worth the long read)

Okay, first off, I just want to warn everyone if they want to make comments about how I'm grounded and still eighteen, then don't read it. This is something I would just like to share, not get shit about, so if those are your intentions, then you might as well stop reading now.

Okay, so first off, me and my best friend are both grounded currently. So this week we planned on both sneaking out and hanging and smoking on friday night. So friday of this week comes rolling around and we're both excited to get out of the house and just chill. So I get everything together in my bookbag, containing my bong, and head out of my window. I make it to his house and he says he has to go get his brother from waffle house. He asked if I just wanted to run up there with him and I of course obliged.

We get up there and his brother and his friends aren't ready to leave so we just say screw it and leave, they could walk home for all we cared. We just wanted to smoke. So we make our way back to his house where I proceed to wait outside while he goes to get some water for the bong. He comes back outside and says his brother is ready to be picked up now so he figured we might as well go back and get him.

BUT

While he was inside I waited outside and smoked a cigarette, and when he told me we had to go back up there, I jiggled my pockets, heard the jingling of what I thought were my keys, locked my door and closed it. I now knew that the jingling was just change in my pocket, not my keys. And my heart immediately sank. I'll tell my friend and he says not to worry, he has a slim jim. So we fuck around with both of the doors on my truck trying to get it unlocked, but come to find out, my year make has a saftey box around the locking mechanism specifically prevented a slim jim for working. So we tried a coat hanger, altogether we spend about a good hour trying as hard as we could to unlock my door.

I had to make the decision that this just wasn't going to work, and that he was going to have to take me home to go get a spare, which I didn't know the location of in my house, and come back to get my truck. Hopefully doing this successfully so I could avoid telling my mom that I had snuck out, and locked myself out in front of my friend's place.

So we're on the way back to my house and I'm getting really nervous, feeling like I'm going to get caught. But nonetheless, I climbed the ladder hanging out my window (it's a home fire escape ladder that hooks to your window seal, pretty much a full proof way of sneaking out) and I get back into my room and my adrenaline just starts fucking pumping. I strip down to my boxers and sox, that way if I did get caught, at first it would just like normal, seeing as though it was about 3 in the morning now. Anyways, I strip down and I start making my way downstairs.

My mom's room is directly in front of the bottom of the stairs and my dog, a boxer, usually sleeps with her.

I step down onto the second step of my very steep stairs and it makes a loud pop, but I keep going. I hear a little jingle of my dogs dogtags, and I see her waiting at the bottom of the stairs. Then I hear my mom move around and I step out from in front of her door as she calls my dog back into the room who wasn't really listening because she was staring at me. But she finally goes back into my mom's room and I sit in the walk in area of my house by the front door for ten minutes to assure my mom went back to sleep.

After the ten minutes I edge my way into her room, and get down on the floor and crawl to the side she is sleeping on. Because for some reason she keeps the key jar under her bed. So I try to get it out from under her bed as quietly as possible. But my other dog gets up and looks over the side of her bed dead at me, and my mom leans up to pick him up and I swear she looked dead at me and didn't notice. I thought now that I'd for sure be caught. But somehow I manage to slowly drag out the jar and make my way back up to my room.

I empty out the jar, and no spare key. It's not in the fucking jar. I was seriously starting to worry. So I put the jar in my closet, and figure I gotta go back down because I knew there was one on her nightstand that I had fucked up from throwing it at a curb a while back but I figured, worse case scenario, I can bend it back to a working key. So I go back downstairs and crawl back beside her bed, I use my cell phone light to light her night stand and I see three keys. She moves around in the bed, and I lay flat on the floor. With my right hand I slowly felt around for the keys and one by one I took them down.

Two of them were house keys and one was the bent key, so I started to think I might have a chance, but I needed to find the working key. So I went back out of her room and I went into the kitchen to take a look for it in her purse. Because just the other day I thought I had lost my keys at school and she was about to bring me the spare, but I found them. So I figured it must still be in her purse.

So I get her purse and go to the bathroom furthest away from her room to turn on a light and look. I FIND IT! It was in her purse side pocket. I'm seriously overwhelmed with relief at this point as I can't believe I had even made it this far. So I take her purse back into the kitchen and slowly make my way back up the stairs to my room. I call my friend giving him to good news and he tells me that he's on the other side of my neighbor hood about to smoke with two of my other friends along with like three other guys they were about to smoke with for the first time.

By this time I'm absolutely dying to smoke, so I climb back down my latter and basically run to where they are, (that wasn't easy for me to do at all) I was so fucking exhausted by the time I got there. But regardless, we walked down a trail and smoked a blunt and had a gay ol' time.

But I tell my friend we need to head back to his place because we needed to hit the bong and make sure that this key worked. Because if it didn't, I'd for sure be fucked. So we head back to his place, straight tripping the entire ride. And I get out and open my truck once we got back. I got the bong out, we loaded a bowl of some incredible beasters and tore that shit apart.

Then we went back to his car and just listened to incredible music. At about 415 I decide I need to head out. I get back home, but not before I was tripping balls the entire ride back. And get in my room, put the bong, and the latter up, and put my screen in window and go to bed.

And here I stand, today, completely un-caught. After basically doing a fucking recon mission to acquire my spare key.

I'll never fucking lock my keys in my truck again.

 

Yeah, totally insane. I cannot believe I didn't get caught.

 

Yeah my kid won't be getting away with any of this shit. For sure. haha.

 

Anyone else? I just found this really crazy.

 

Haha I don't carry my wallet. Ever. Because I have no money at the moment so it stays in my truck.

 

Not really the craziest thing that's ever happened to me. Just the craziest thing I've done not to get caught. Just to go smoke.