It's another story in itself how this all came about, but we convinced everyone that one of our friends didn't make it home from the Indy 500. Here's the story:
While hanging out in the stands, we met some sketchy black kid named Cheaton. Yes, Cheaton. Anyways, him and said friend thought it'd be a good idea to sneak into the snake pit (the adult party area in the infield). Our friend then gambled away all his money playing blackjack in there. A few drinks later, him and Cheaton thought they could get his money back, since Cheaton is an amateur card counter. Our friend then took out an under-the-table loan from another sketchy black dude. They tried to win his money back by card counting, but got caught cheating and was arrested. He was not allowed to leave the city of Indianapolis until he paid fines. He stayed at Cheaton's house for the next few days and got the money by pawning off my camera that he had with him. His dad didn't find out because we took separate cars, and he told his dad he was coming straight to my house the next day. He came home a few days later.
*sparknotes: friend gambled money away at Indy 500, tried to cheat it back, got caught, was not allowed to leave Indianapolis until he paid fines.
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There's a lot of other little details we added to the story for it to make sense when people asked questions that added to the ridiculousness of the story. Everyone believed this for multiple days. People that didn't even know him (he goes to a different school) were coming up and asking me about "that kid that was stuck in Indiana."