Sleeping in a cold jail and waking up to a dirty homeless man was not the way I pictured my successful night at Sharkeez ending.

Before our night out at Sharkeez, one of the few 18+ night clubs in Santa Barbara, I had no idea that I would end up behind bars.

The night was going great. I was able to meet some awesome people and dance to some good music. It started to go downhill as we prepared to leave.

While the club was starting to close, my new best friend and I decided to go home together. So I rallied up the crew, we all hopped into the vehicle and started on our way.

Driving through the misty night we all discussed what a great night we all had. Then as we started to pass by the County Jail my new best friend forced the driver to pull over, saying she wasn’t “feeling well.”

As we pull over, red and blue lights start to go off all around us.

This is the part where I messed up. As the policeman walks up to the car, he looks over each and every one of us and starts to ask us our ages.

When asked my age, I was confused as to what to say. We were all being safe and not breaking any laws, so I unfortunately figured it was safe to say I was of age. But when one of our friends said he was only 18, it all went down the drain.

At that point the cop asked all of us to get out of the car. Lucky for everyone he did so, because as soon as he did my new best friend started puking her brains out.

The cops questioned all of us, except for me whom they just threw some cuffs on.

As they roughly throw me into the back of the cop car, I strangely watch all of my other friends go free.

What a killer feeling that was, my first time going behind bars. What would I tell my friends? My parents?

On almost every other day of the year I would complain about the police, but once in custody, I really couldn’t say anything bad about the law enforcers. Even though I was getting my mug shot, and having to fill out a handful of paperwork, the cop and I were busting out with hilarious jokes left and right.

After all the paperwork, I was stripped of my shoelaces so as not to kill anybody and forced into my cell.

“Johnson! Hey Johnson wake up! JOHNSON!” yelled the cop to my new cellmate. Johnson was a hairy, dirty, smelly, homeless man. And when he finally looked up his eyes went from the officer then to me, and then he spewed up some disgusting liquid all over the cell floor.

Great, I now had to spend the night in that same cell with this filthy hobo named Johnson.

The cell was very small. It had one toilet and one sink. There were two metal benches in which we had to sleep on and the walls were mostly white except and spotted with yellow stains. The cell smelled strongly of urine, not to mention the stench coming from smelly Johnson next to me.

But I survived my night and learned my lesson. If you are cool with the cops, they will be cool with you too.