chiefed it up, got a call from our friend who lives down the street who said that someone broke into his car, me, my bro and my friend went down there (this was on Christmas day at 3 in the morning by the way) and he said he bought a new system for his car (really expensive) and he left it on the front seat in the box and locked the car and went to sleep to install it in the morning, so he said the cops were coming and we're like "oh shit" because you could smell us from a mile away so we try to head back down the street when we saw the patrol car so we went back into our friends house and talked to his mom trying to look down at the ground (so she wouldnt see the bloodshot eyes) and then the cops were leaving so we went outside and started to head down the street, watching the cop car drive off and then all of the sudden stop halfway down the road and turn around heading towards us, so we (ripped as we are) started sprinting down teh street to his house (commenting on it to each other "man this is such an experience") and then the patrol car almost caught up with us when we jumped into his bushes and went inside, whooye, craziness, but thats not the craziest nearly, i got thousands of stories from Ukraine

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Why must I walk this wicked path?