As I found myself jumping from the tree house to the roof in a desperate flee from the cops, I knew that my heart was going to beat out of my chest....or I was going to break something, whichever came first....

It was late October, Halloween weekend to be exact, a group of friends and I had ventured down to New Braunfels for the weekend, to visit the sister of one of the guys. There were actually two sisters, which happened to be twins, and were NOTHING alike. I had a bad feeling about this trip from the start, because I knew of some prvious trouble that these guys had gotten into before, but they assured me that nothing like that was going to happen this time. When we arrived, after a LONG trip in a ruff riding pickup, we stopped off at the sister #1's(I choose to use sister#1 and #2 for safty pouposes, mainly my own) house and unloaded our clothes, along with all of the bodily functions that had been waiting to get let loose. After we took care of our buisness, we decided to go to the work place of sister #1 to let her know that we made it ok. This,let me add, was the first time that I had met the sisters, so I did not know what to expect. Sister #1 was really sweet and innocent (which was odd if you knew her brother), so I was getting a better feeling about this trip. All went well that night, nothing big. We all just went back to the house and played drinking games with #1's college friends; good ol' fashioned fun. I really didn't stat up to late that night, because we were all planning to go to Worse Fest the following day.

Everyone got up fairly early the next day, considering that they had all stayed up until all hours of the night, and headed out to town to go grap some lunch. The crew was all planning on going to the mall to look around, so I had managed to borrow the car of #1 to go to San Antonio to pick up a friend of our's. When I arrived at San Antonio, my friend and I(let's call him Guy) headed back into New Braunfels because the crew was headed out to the festival. Ok, let's skip all of this boring stuff and get to the action.

It was 8 P.M., we were bored, and looking for ANYTHING to do. This is when I met sister #2. Not a hello, nice to meet you, nothing. She cut straight to the chase. "There is a Rave right on this side of Austin, let's go!" Well, my first rave, this should be....different. I don't think that I was mentally, or phyisically ready for what I would soon endure. It seemed as if the next thing I remember, we were allready pulling up to the party. Buy and I looked at eachother in disbelief. This rave was in a suburban neighborhood, and OUTDOORS. Between and in the back yard of two houses. Call me crazy, but I would think that this was just asking to get busted. Well, the first think that Guy and I did, was look for an escape route, for when this party gets busted. It seemed that we were there for about 30 minutes, enough time for the crew to get good and messed up. Guy and I remained sober, because we knew that something was going to go down. All of a sudden, the peircing sound of a 1 second siren sobered everyone up. Then the police lights, she mass of ecstasied drunkards scattered like cockroaches when the lights come on! But Guy and I had a game plan. There were two streets to the north of us, and then the main street. If we could just make it there, we would be home free. So we split, over the first chain-linked fence, through the neighbor's yard, on to the next fence. But this fence was different, this was a 6 foot wooden giant that stood in the way of my freedom, my pride, and my not going to jail. Guy, which is rather tall and athletic, hoisted himself over the fence, with fairly no problems. I, on the otherhand, was not making it. Plan B: there was a treehour about 5 feet from the house. I climbed as fast as my little muscles would let me. And there it was; my fate staring me in the eyes. I either A: Would jump onto the roof, or B: Climb down and surrender. But not me! I do not surrender(well, actually, I just didn't want to get in trouble)! So I took a few steps back then away we go!

As I found myself jumping from the tree house to the roof in a desperate flee from the cops, I knew that my heart was going to beat out of my chest....or I was going to break something, whichever came first. But I managed to land my jump, and now the next feat was to make it off of the roof. I just sat on my ass, and slid. I managed to make it off of the roof with a few scrapes and bruises. Guy and I met up, and we walked. Like nothing ever happened. And it seemed to be working. Next, along comes the screeching tires, and the loud mufflers of the crews "ride to freedom." they slowed down enough for Guy and I to jump into the back of the fleeing vehicle, and we were gone. It was all over. We did not stop until we got back to #1's place, and not a word was said. I still do not belive that the "crew" has talked about this incident since.

Moral of this story:
No Raves in a quiet neighborhood. :)