In Jupiter for X-Mas with one of my best buds Clayton Beisner. Heading to the best place in all of Jupiter, the beaches for Christmas Night. We enjoy the beach and stars properly with beers and whatnot and find an abandon Christmas tree to chill at.

As we get in the Clayton notices a cop car pulls up behind us. Not great, considering we are riding very dirty! We drive away and the cop follows. I say just don’t give him a reason to pull us over. Clayton drives perfectly and I mean perfect but after a quarter mile the cop pulls us over. Time to try to relax.

The cop asks for license and registration. Clayton is driving his parents car and on top of that does not have his wallet. And while he didn’t have a single drink on the beach, he had a 6 pack earlier.

The cop ask Clayton to step out of the car. my heart sinks at this point. Those sobriety test are unpassable. I can’t even watch. I make myself busy looking at legal information on what to do in police encounters.

They would have let me drive, but since I had one beer the cops wont let me drive him home. We have one more chance. Get someone else to come pick us up and leave the car there. After some desperate calls (we know few people still in Jupiter, let alone who be awake at 2am) Clayton finally gets his brother to come. But he is in Jupiter Farms, a good 20 min away. The cops wait, and we sweat it out. Praying that every pair of headlights that comes at us is his brother. After a while he still isn’t there and the cops start asking where he is. I am not sure how long they are willing to wait before we get fucked. Finally after a horrible wait he arrives! what joy. Seems once again I make it out by a hair. How the hell am I so lucky.