Nice thread LaceyK.... I got a decent story, I guess...
One summer day in Jersey, in the late 90's. Myself and some friends were kickin it at our friends appartment on the 19th floor. The 2 bedroom apt was a cool place to chill, as my friend who lived there was a dealer and grew lots of weed in the 2 bedrooms. He always had all the good party favors, pills, weed, coke, whatever.
Around 7pm 5 of us guys were chillin, and all of a sudden we hear some loud banging on the door, then the yelling, "...... Police! Open the door!" we were all shit scared, and jump up out of our drug induced coma. We are like "FUCK" what do we do? Nobody said shit, but we all ran to the balcony of the 19th floor. My one boy C climbs over the balcony railing and down to the next floor balcony, I was right behind him, and so were the rest of the crew, we went down 8 floors( I'm guessing the floors, but it was around 8 balconies). On that 11th floor balcony we check the door to the strangers appartment and it was open, so we bum rush in that bitch and run through the place so fast and head straight to the stairwell, somehow the stupid cops didn't have the staircases covered with men so we walk out like nothing happend and head to the woods that were close by and got away.
Our boy who's appartment it was didn't fair too well, the cops busted in and found his grow operation and cash. A few days later the cops caught him at his parents house. But all of us got away after hanging over balconies and running for our escape!
I got a rush just thinking about that day! FTC!