Was 21 living off Nicholasville Rd in Lexington. My roommate was one of the biggest chronic suppliers in the city. It was like a 24-hour fast food joint with people coming by at all times of the day/night.
We were always up late partying either at the house or at the bars (or both), which meant we always slept late as well. One early afternoon (had to be right around noon) while my weed-selling roommate and I were still sleeping I hear a loud noise. I thought it was my roommate slamming something shut. A few seconds later I hear another noise and my roommate yells for me (we had 2 other roommates, but they were decent people who went to class).
I told him to STFU with whatever the hell he was doing that was making so much noise. He then asked what I was doing trying to bust into is room (he kept it padlocked). That's when I busted out of my room and heard someone scurrying out the back. Roommate came running out with his gun and we chased the dude around the back yard, but he had hopped a fence and we lost him (not that we were trying to really catch him).
We come back into the house and notice he had kicked in the back door (first loud noise) and then went straight to my roommate's room (dude knew us and knew where to go). We were both pretty shook, smoked a bowl, cleaned up/hid the drugs, and called the police. They come out and file a report, but nothing was actually stolen and the only damage was the door. So, nothing else ever came from it. Just crazy someone would try that in the middle of the day literally just a few feet off of a main road like that.
Only other incident we ever had there was during a huge keg party. We had 8 kegs for a Saturday night party and were going to save one of them for Sunday (no alcohol sales on Sunday back in those days or maybe it was because the bars weren't open or some reason along those lines). So, we 'hid' one of the kegs in the bathtub downstairs.
Party was raging late into the night and I walk into the bathroom to take a piss. I notice it's pretty f'n chilly in there and I'm like who the f*ck opened a window? First thing I notice is that the glass is broken out and the frame is bowed out. Someone had shoved our Sunday keg out that damn window! It was an 8-10 foot drop, so I hope whoever stole it drank nothing but skunked foam. Group of us ended up driving to Louisville to get a replacement keg the following morning.
The four of us only lived there for 1 year together. Felt like 5. I'm still good friends with one of the "decent" roommates and we'll relive some of the crazier times we had in that house. We usually end up asking each other how we survived that 1 year without something really bad happening to us.
Here's a quick rundown of how our 4 lives played out:
1. The drug dealer - ended up spending several months in prison as one of his lower suppliers got caught and ratted him out. He was set up and arrested during a drop off. He also ended up addicted to many drugs (pills, coke). He's now doing pretty well for himself as a real estate agent in the Rockford/Chicago area and has a good family (they used to drug test him all the way up until his mid 30's - last time I spoke with him - and may still do that).
2. The other roommate - ended up addicted to pills/coke/alcohol, been in and out of rehab, and I think may finally be sober. Don't think he has a steady job and may or may not live off his parents. Have very little contact with him other than a rare Facebook post.
3. Roommate I'm still good friends with - became a dentist and is ridiculously successful in the Chattanooga area. Was his best man in his wedding and he married a smokeshow. He still gets on it hard with the liquor and will smoke up if offered. He's always been able to separate work/studying/basic responsibilities from partying.
4. Me - That year placed me on academic suspension for a year. Ended up working a tough, manual labor job during that year. After my suspension I ended up back at UK, started making the Dean's list (and even the President's list once), graduated, married, professional job, had 2 kids, and became a legendary catspaw poster. I still drink moderately (95% beer) and will smoke up if offered.
The difference between 1/2 and 3/4 is that we (3/4) never went down that hard drug/pills road. We experimented, but never did that stuff daily and by the handful. Our roommates got sucked into that life and not sure they've ever really recovered from it.
Wouldn't be surprised if some of the posters on this site visited our old Nicholasville home a time or two.
I know.....TL;DR
