Naked on a Cold Winter's Night

After college and trying a real job for a year I decided to quit and move to Breckenridge, CO for a drunken, hazy season of skiing. I moved out not knowing anyone and arranged to share a house with 5 other people from craigslist. On one of our first nights out on the town (and the first time I had ever met 2 of the roommates) things got a little crazy.

After many drinks and shots at one of the bars in town we decided head back home. At some time on the walk to the cars it came up in conversation that I sometimes like to take my clothes off when I get drunk (evidenced by a previous ss4p streaking story at NU). My new roommates quickly began challenging me and calling me out to prove it. When we got to the cars I stripped down, left my clothes in the car, and started running through Breck.

Apparently, I had not noticed that literally 50 feet away at a stop sign was a cop car sitting and watching. It didn't take but a few seconds before they flashed their lights and I really began running. When leaving the parking lot I had started running down a relatively steep hill towards the street. I'm not sure whether it was due to snow/ice or simply that I was very drunk but once the hill leveled out to the street I took a complete nose dive into the middle of the road cutting up my feet and hands. Knowing that the cops were on my tail I jumped up without hesitation and darted into a condo/apartment complex. I quickly jumped a fence and began hiding out on a side patio to one of the units. I waited a few minutes hiding out and watching the parking lot for some reason thinking that maybe the cops would leave. Instead, two more squad cars arrived and I soon realized that I didn't really have any other way out, so I began walking back to the parking lot where my roommates + friends and cops were waiting.

I was given some boxers and began the long process of trying to convince the cops not to arrest me. I was still really drunk and apparently not doing very well so some of the roommates' friends began trying to help. After maybe 30 minutes of talking to the cops (in my boxers the whole time during a cold Colorado mountain night) the friends convinced the cops to let me go because I was simply a drunken tourist that would be leaving town soon. I still have scars on my feet from the fall and pictures to memorialize the experience. Not sorry for living up to my plans of having a drunken hazy season in the Rockies.

- Gaper
Breckenridge, CO

Me in my boxers and a few of the roommates' friends pleading for mercy from the police: