I ran from a cop when I was 16, drunk in the woods of ballston spa at a sand pit party. State Po’. He just watched me run to the road slowly pacing me in his car going up this dirt road that led out of the pit to the main road (Probably laughing at my fat drunk ass running). Once I got to the road I looked around, realized I was with none of my friends and had no where else to go. I turned back toward the car and asked him for a ride.