I was invited to Dj at a really nice penthouse in the middle of downtown LA. I get there around midnight, the party is popping. There is a beautiful rooftop exclusive to the penthouse.
A bit past 1am, some of my friends are on their way up the building.
Cops arrive! Banging on the door. Every one is running up to the roof. There really is no where to go, that front door on the top floor is the only way in, and the only way out.
Cops are banging and banging, I find myself to be the only on in the living-room, while every one else is tyring to hide up on the roof.
Of course I don't open the door, aggravating the cops even more.
Bang Bang Bang!
My friends arrive up the elevator,
they call me from the hallway, telling me they see the cops at the door trying to get it.
Obviously I know already (*Me looking through the peephole laughing at the cops banging at the door.)
I was lucky it was a thick door.
The cops tell my friends they need me to open the door.
I'm on the phone with my friends who are in the hallway with the cops.
Cops say "they want to give me a warning"
Me "yeah right, they want to stop the party"
There was no way I was going to open the door....
few mins later...
My friends confirmed that the cops had enough and so cops leave.
I let my friends in, quickly locking the door once more...
PARTYY continues.
Epic
Not only do brothers look the same, he has my same name (in a way)
