Drunk Story Saturday's: You Shouldn't Be Here

 

Drunk Story from Jack (Central Florida) 

My freshman year while I was attending a shitty school in a shitty neighborhood one of the most dangerous adventures of my life just happened to take place. We all went out to a bar that just so happened to be in the ghetto. Now we went there with eight people, but the other five happened to just bounce on myself and my two other friends. Being fucked up, we all decided that we were gonna be badasses and walk it back to campus. It's two in the morning and the three of us are walking around like this is some great neighborhood. First stop, a deli to grab some black and milds to smoke on the way. As we're walking we see cars slowing down as they pass us. These dudes hadn't seen anything this white in this neighborhood since the last time it snowed. Again, we were all so fucked up that we didn't even realize what the hell was going on. We then get to a gas station, stop number two. An Indian guy comes running out of the little quick marts that they have at all gas stations. He is sprinting at us yelling, "What are you guys doing? You need to get out of here as soon as possible." We're standing there wondering what the fuck this guy is talking about and I just go up to him, pat him on the shoulder and say, "It's alright buddy, we got this." He was nervous for us and gave us the number for a cab company that we didn't use. Then we get to stop number three, McDonald's. Of course being the assholes that we were, we take a nice walk through the drive thru. Once again, cars slowing down stalking us out like prey and we're just walking through drive thru's pounding cheeseburgers and chicken nuggets. Finally, a cab drives by us, hits the breaks, backs up right in front of us, opens his window and says, "Get in the fucking cab." Obviously, we obliged and got in. He asked us where we were going and what we were doing in this neighborhood. We told him where the school was and he said that we were going in the total opposite direction and if we walked about five hundred more feet we probably would have been beaten up and robbed and/or killed. Long story short, drunk walks in bad neighborhoods do not always end well. 

It's all good dog, everyone's a bad ass when they're drunk. You guys just didn't know it.