When in college a friend and I left a party late one night to go to the store for more refreshments. Smart enough not to drive but dumb enough to be out walking like that. We got tired and ended up crashing on someone's front porch. I awoke the next morning to an older gent kicking my feet telling me to run along. Sometime in the night my friend woke up and tried to get back to the party but staggered up to the wrong apartment, big complex and all the apartments looked just alike. He was kicking, screaming and beating on the door trying to get in but 3 sleeping girls in there called the cops and off he went to the crossbar hotel.

I was lucky I guess that I stayed on the porch. REALLY glad no one shot me.