Last night was one of the most stressful, scary, overall least enjoyable nights of my life. This stories a little long but I always like reading everyone else's so here it is: Background - I'm 20 and just got my license two weeks ago. I suck at driving. I'm the only male ive ever met that absolutely hates driving and is scared shitless. I just hate everything about it i feel like it is so unsafe. Idk why I feel this way. I'm also deadly afraid of cops even if i didnt do anything wrong. Going to jail is one of the scariest things to me and anything having to do with cops freaks me out so bad. So im the driver of a full car and we had an eighth and were going to roll two blunts and save the rest. I wasnt worried about driving with this at the time because one of my friends (F) is just a weirdo and loves to do weird shit. Therefore, he wouldve ate the eighth before i stopped the car if i did pull over. All of us are fully sober but F had drank a little bit prior, he seemed fine though, maybe just a solid tipsy at best. So we go and smoke and everything is fine. Were just at our spot chilling in the car. Talking, listening to music, w/e. Even F is talking like nothing is wrong. So eventually we figure its time to leave. 10 mins into the drive back, F just explodes in vomit on himself. I guess i forgot to mention this is my dad's car im driving, and now theres some vomit in it and its like the fifth time ive driven, yay. So i pull over so we can clean this shit up. As were doing so, guess who decides to stop by? New York's finest state troopers. They ask us what was going. We tell them are friend just got sick and we had to clean it up. Keep in mind none of us are 21. He asks who the driver is i show myself and i seem fine so the cops didnt care much. They ask about some shooting they heard (I guess hunters or something) and we actually did hear it so we pointed them in the right direction and they were on their way. However, during the time the cops were there, we still had some of the eighth and a kid that was completely under age and drunk. Since we just smoked, for some reason i perceived everything the cops said as me being busted. It was the weirdest thing and it never happened to me. For some reason every time they spoke i felt like we were about to be searched or something. It was the worst thing ever. So we get the car cleaned up but there is still a faint smell. Two of my friends couldnt handle it but my friend J could so me and J drive off to take F home because my other friends found a new ride. So I take F home and then proceed back to where me and J live. At this time its about 1 AM and another group of friends are with one of my best friends at a bar. J doesnt get along with this group, but he was going to meet up with a girl. So i tell them ill come get them and we can go to the diner or something. I knew they were drunk, but i thought they were just at a good drunk and not blacked out or anything. So i set out to get them its about a 15 min drive and my first time driving alone, at around 1 or 2 in the morning, after smoking an hour or so prior. But it wasnt as bad as i imagined and i get there fine. But next thing i know, my whole group of drunk friends is running at my whip. They get in and are just trashed. My boy gets in the front and just is passed out for the rest of the night (2-3 hours) in the front seat. The other three are in the back just wasted. Apparently, they all got destroyed and were fighting each other. Like, friend on friend fights. They are idiots. They always get drunk and fight each other but make fun of me for smoking. But thats another story... So my friend tells me to stop off at the gas station first. He gets 3 4lokos for the 3 of them in the back. One of them is 21 so i dont care as long as they dont open them. Of course they dontt listen to me, but im so awful at driving i didnt want to distract myself. So i just drive. 10 mins later, New Yorks finest State Troopers decide to check up on me AGAIN. Im being pulled over now with 3 open 4 lokos in my dads whip. Everyone is drunk and only one person is 21. Luckily i stashed the bud prior to getting them though. So the cop comes up and can tell everyone is wrecked. So he asks for my license and registration and i give him this little paper license i have since its new and explain to him. He asks me to get out the car. Im fucking shook. He asks me whos been drinking and i tell him everything honestly. He says ok go speak to my partner. His partner made me do that test you follow the pen with your eyes. Then he asks me the last times i slept and ate. I tell him. I got no idea why he asked that and ive never heard of that. Then he asks if theres anything else in the car besides the lokos i tell him no. I think the officers could hear in my voice how nervous i was because i was so shook and clearly not drunk at all. So finally they tell me to get back in the car. Then he comes up to the car with all our id's and the lokos. He gives me my id and saysthe reason he pulled me over in the first place was one of my license plate lights were out. He says hes not going to give me the ticket since its not my car anyway. Then he goes "Ok and you guys cant be driving around with open liquor you guys know better so im just going to give it to my dead homies." Were just looking at him dumbfounded like what? Then he goes "Ok this ones for Pac" pours out one loko then goes "Ok this ones for biggie" pours out the third and goes "Alright and a little for ODB". I thank him with all my heart and soul and he lets me go with absolutely nothing. I cant believe my luck on this night at this point so i get the fuck out of there. We go to the diner. My boy still passed out in the front. Stays in the whip the whole time. We get to the diner and my friends are just a drunk scene. Fighting eachother and almost fought some idiot. It was just a mess. Finally got them all home and got myself home. All in all the worst night of my life. Extremely stressful. Never been so scared, ever. Sorry for the long read, but I like reading people's stories like this so figured id share mine.