Alright so about 2 weeks ago, one of my first nights partying at my new location (Washington State University), I recieved a minor exhibiting behavior of having comsumed alcohol charge. Now, obviously I was definatly shit-canned, I mean I still had the keg tap from the party we just left in my hand. So, anyways, I take a keg over to a buddies house where I plan on makink some money back. But, being me I get drunk, really drunk, way to fast. All of the sudden I realize I don't give a shit about the money anymore I just want everyone to have a good time. So we continue drinking for a good hour or two. Everyone is getting well lubricated and I know I'm about to do something stupid. Like get into a fight with someone who will for sure beat my ass, or maybe try my luck at jumping off the roof. At this time my buddy Stephen brings to my attention that I am not making any money. Now at this I realize he is right and it triggers my anger even more to beat someone's ass. But instead i move my keg downstairs, and try to hide it from people while I collect. Obviously this is not going to work. I mean seriously I am at a kegger with a bunch of frat guys, clearly they are going to find the beer. So, I just take off my tap, gather my group and start walking home. This walk is about 3 miles and has really become quite a good time. Stephen and I are jumping all over the place ducking and dodging trying not to be seen by the police. It actually feels like a game. Right up until Stephen grabs my shirt and pulls me down a stair well, he tells me there are cope out there. Lucky us...we jumped right down a stairwell to a dead end. Fucking great decision. So Stephen says alright man, on the count of 3 we are running. Ready 1...2...3, and Stephen bolts, he is gone before it even clicked in my head that I was supposed to run. Proving yet again that drinking fucks with my mind unbelievably. But it's ok I love the shit and I will continue to drink myself into oblivion. At this I hear a cop tell me to hold still, having the tap in my hand I immediatly sit down right where I am and try to hide the tap. I sit here for a good 30 minutes while they look for Stephen and I can tell the cop is getting furious. this anger eventually leads to my citation, and I have to walk my ass the rest of the way home. Thanks pal...you owe me one, asshole