Me and a buddy went to a party held by the two biggest wiggers either of us have ever known. A fight broke out, followed by a shooting (someone shot a gun into the air, presumably to "get crunk", because that's what people did in 2000). So, seeing as how this was in the middle of the fucking suburbs, we did what any normal thinking person would have done; we got the fuck out of there because obviously the police are coming and the party is over.
I lived a few houses away and around the corner. We could see the happening from my back porch. Convinience is the only reason we were there. And we're open minded; a party is still a party. Anyway, it was the first time I'd seen a paddy wagon outside of Mardi Gras. Multiple paddy wagons, actually. What's really shocking were the amount of people who didn't run when someone shot a gun. I mean the results are predictable. This isn't the ghetto and it's not a movie. The cops are coming, you're underage and drunk, there are drugs and alcohol everywhere, everyone smells like weed, and there's a city curfew for minors. You're going to jail for something.
