Life fucked me right last night

So my buddies and I are all done and out of school for the summer so we decide to go up to my cabin in the mountains to celebrate summer. We're a classy set of fellows so we get some boxed wine and some whiskey. We then get to thinking, what better way to compliment cheap wine then cheap pasta! Mac n cheese it is.

We party a bit, do our thing, it's whatever. It's a nice night so around midnight we decide to go for a walk into town. We get about a half a mile from my house when suddenly a cop pulls up behind us and starts flashing his lights. My initial reaction was that we were to loud or someone saw us pissing on the side of the road.

As it turns out, some dude had come up on a party bus and had been beat up by a group of guys. The cops accuse us of beating up the guy, breathalyze us and take us to the station for questioning.

When we get to the station, they separate the five of us, ask us questions, they really tried to force a confession out of my friend by lying to him and what not. Finally they realize that it wasn't us so we are thinking we are free to go.

Wrong. The town has a zero-tolerance policy for underage drinking and we are all 19. It's about two in the morning and one of the cops involved says his shift is over and if it were his case and up to him, we would all be off scott-free. Unfortunately, the cop that was running the case felt obligated to reprimand us somehow. All of us have to now enroll in a "Restorative Justice" program because we pleaded guilty to underage drinking. (Also maybe because we are such hood rats and do criminal things in our spare time. Cause math and aero-space engineering majors have sooooo much free time to do hood rat shit)

Our crime: Being in the wrong place at the wrong time
Our punishment: A very slight slap on the wrist that is really just a pain in the ass

So just remember folks, when life wines and dines with you, she still may take you to bed and screw you good

TL;DR people: If you don't read it, I don't give a shit