We rarely used the front door at my house, so at christmas time the entryway made a perfect spot for the christmas tree. My parents had gone to Vegas and I was 16. Party time!
I'm one of those guys that liked everybody, so it was a fairly big party. One of my sisters friends showed up that I didn't like so I told her to leave. Well, she called the cops, and I lived on a farm, so it was the county mounties that showed up. When "COPS" was yelled the scattering of minors was like cockroaches running from light. It's everyone for themselves at this point, and no evergreen was going to stand in anyones way. The christmas tree was tossed aside like a used rubber, and that sealed my fate, there was no covering this one up. The cops ended leaving quickly, as the fields surrounding my house were littered with barefoot adolescents that wern't about to give up, and I smooth talked them as best I could. We all met back up at the bowling alley, and strangely on the same night several pairs of bowling shoes went missing. My mom still gives me crap about the party that netted me all the shoes.