My 4 best friends threw me a party for my 19th b-day, and it was fucking awesome. Their house was packed with people, and many festive drinks/plants. I left around 2 in the morning, and the next day I got a call from my friends mom, and she told me that the party had gotten busted and all 4 of friends were in jail.
Some of the girls I party with told me that one of my friends, who has been my best friend since 8th grade, was facing 3 months to 2 years in jail for serving alcohol to minors, possession of weed, coke, and painkillers. The coke wasn't even his, a dealer left it there and the cops blamed it on my friend.
2 of my bro's have probation and hardcore fines to pay, and one was studying at a friends house and just got back before the cops came so he got off. Needless to say, they were evicted, and they had only lived there 2 weeks.
Thank god I left in time, or else I would've gotten in a lot of trouble as well.
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