Much to my surprise, it was my roommate, naked.

Life in West Texas has always been crazy. With nothing to do we always had extra time on our hands, which we spent at parties like every other college student. Well one particular evening in November of my sophmore year, there was such a party. I did not attend because I had a football game the next morning, so I told everyone to have fun and call me if they needed a ride. So, I drifted off to sleep expecting to get a call.

Around 2 in the morning, my phone rings. It's my roommate. He whispers into the phone, "JP, I need you to come pick me up."

I get up and pull on my sweats because of the snow outside and I head out to go rescue him. I asked him where he was and he said just drive slowly down the street in front of Brian's house. I found the instructions to be a little odd, but I did it anyway.

As I turned down the street, I noticed 4 cop cars surrounding Brian's house. I continue to drive slowly down the street as ordered. As I approached the house, one of the cops walked out into the icy street and stopped me. He asked me what I was doing and I told him that I had gotten a call from a friend at the house and I was here to pick him up.

The cop let me in the house to find my buddy, but all I could find were his clothes, and nobody knew where he had gone. The cops told me that I had better find him before they do or I would be picking him up from the county lock up. So I got back in the truck and called my roommate.

He answered whispering again. "Where the fuck are you dude," I ask. He tells me, "I see your truck, turn right and drive slowly down the road." I comply and head slowly down the road.

About half way down the block, I hear a huge thud in the back of my truck. I slam on the brakes and jump out to see what happened. Much to my surprise, it was my roommate, naked.

Apparently he had been in the middle of something when the cops decided to show up, and of course with him being underage, he took off. He told me he crawled out of the window and started running down the alley. He had to hide in the bushes when the cops came down the alley looking for him, which explains why he was whispering on the phone.

I gave him my sweats so he wouldn't stain my truck seat and took his drunk ass home. The next day after we finished beating Angelo State, we found out that everyone at the house had gone to jail and that Brian had been evicted. The sad thing though, my roommate was wearing my favorite shirt that night, and I never got it back...