In his drunken haze, he hid under the deck of one of the trailers and fenced himself in

One night after my girlfriend's car got towed, I was drinking on our apartment's balcony with Karl and Jay - a common occurrence. for some reason we had decided to drink a bottle of Jager that night (among other things, like a case) - Jay and I were going shot for shot - Karl was close behind us, but way ahead of us as far as drunkenness goes.

Well, Valley Towing decided to show up again on this night. It was a bad choice. We all started yelling and cursing at them, talking about their mothers, etc. it was absolutely hilarious, because they couldn't do anything.

That is, until Karl went down to the parking lot with an empty beer bottle. Once we realized what he was about to do, we tried our best to convince him otherwise, but all in vain. He threw the bottle at the tow truck and tried to start running. Luckily the bottle went over the truck and shattered on the pavement, but the driver and his toolish assistant were out of the door and chasing in a flash - and with big flashlights.

With lightning speed, Jay flew down the steps and arrived just as Karl was being tackled by the fat driver. Justin tackled him, and once again Kar was on the loose. It seemed he had escaped into the night.

Then a cop showed up.

By this time I was down in the parking lot too, trying to conceive a plot to get Karl out of this.

And I had one. I presented my argument to the cop, adamantly denying anything the towman said. Eventually he left, and we got out of it scot-free. But they were still on the hunt for Karl.

It turns out that Karl had run through the woods and into a trailer park. In his drunken haze, he hid under the deck of one of the trailers and fenced himself in, in his own little jail. We sent a rescue vehicle to him, and the cops never found him. When we all got back inside, we made sure to have a few more drinks to celebrate the night's activities.

The next morning I realized we had finished the fifth. later that day we got a letter from the property management stating that we were being evicted for the following reasons: throwing up on people's doors, urinating off the balcony, harassing the tow trucks, and having the cops come for the umpteenth time.

I realize we sound like a bunch of jerks, but we really weren't - just some good ol' boys having some fun.

And for these reasons, the boys of #17 will live in infamy.