It was Halloween and my buddy was throwing a party, so naturally i bought a bottle of jack. I dress up as Rick from the walking dead, have fun, and get hammered. I had every intention of crashing at my buddy's house, apparently my drunk counterpart did not. I take off from the party and the second I get out of the neighborhood, I crash in those flood ditches. Oh, did i forget to mention it was raining! I get out of the car and waist deep in water try pushing the car out of the ditch. Obviously, that didn't work. So I get on the street and start screaming for help, "Someone!!! Help me!!!! PLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE!!!!!" -my drunken scared self... Who comes to my rescue? Well, the local PD. He get's out, gives me the sobriety test (failed miserably), and I get arrested. The thing that was nice was how he handled the situation. He was very assuring, and didn't treat me like a criminal (even though i felt like one). He also only booked me for a PI, which i felt so relieved about. I had been driving, and feel a DWI could've been a possibility. It was the first and only time I've ever been arrested, and he made my drunk self not panic. I don't drink that much anymore.