Running From Cops :: essays research papers

Parties and Cops, name a better combo?                                                                 Running from the cops isnt a very "healthy" experience, but it is by far one of the more bizarre and exciting things Ive ever gone through. I cant say I wouldnt like to go through it again, but at the same time my "Ego" seems to suppress my "Id" on this one. I dont exactly know the single reason for my desire to repeat such a perfidious event, but my analytical mind definitely comes up with a few logical conclusions.     I like treating this experience and the events around it like a swindle baloney. The setting is a warm summers night in a rich neighborhood of Avon Connecticut. Av on is the town in which my cousin Seth resides. The characters in the story atomic number 18 myself, Seth, Mike, John, and Johns reluctant girlfriend Sarah. The introduction is Seth and I sittingin the family room of his parents newly renovated house. Crisis number one, I turn to Seth, "Hey what are we going to do tonight?" "I dont know let me make some phone calls, its barely eight fifteen, not much starts till 930." I cant remember if it was the mochacinno I had unspoiled downed, or my general impatient nature, but I was fidgeting uncontrollably to get out of that coarse family room and out to some party. To my excitement however, Seth was exceedingly resourceful and one phone call was all it took before we were off, burning rubber at 65 mph in his swift Honda Accord. In a few minutes time I found myself sitting on a sticky seat at a nearby McDonalds. Cheeseburger in tip over and mouth I was trying to make conversation with both Seths friends and my stomach, wh ich both seemed very interested in talking to me. At this point in the story our party is ten people strong. Because I am not from the area I find myself doing most of the listening and little of the talking. The girls in the group staunch most of the conversation, which consists largely of gossip revolving around whos having sex with who (not in those words), and about some large party at one of their friends houses. The first crisis is finally solve when the group decides to "stop by" the party. My better judgment dissects "stopping by" as more like getting really drunk, passing out and light up the next morning.