Me and some buddies headed to the club in B'ham, The Industry. I couldn't find my license anywhere so I sat in the car waiting for one of my buddies to bring me out an armband. As I was waiting, I watched two drunk guys getting arrested, tall son of a guns. The cop saw me and asked me wzup so I told him minus the armband part. He searched the car, low and behold an empty beer bottle that the dummy of the bunch (not me) left in the car. I was arrested and crammed into the backseat with the tall fuckers. I had the key in the ignition listening to the radio with an empty beer bottle is why I was arrested. Oh, there was a lady riding shotgun that was writing a book. I had some nice words to contribute.
My buddies never came and got me. Well, my dad and I wasn't the best of friends at the time but he was the one that came and got me out. When we left, he went two blocks down the road, bought some Coors Original and we commenced to drinking on the way home. That was cool.
Side note: Birmingham City Jail sux ass!