"Why do I have so much in my pocket?" There's some random keys, a piece of confetti, some tape, a few blades of grass and some clumps of dirt. I sat there very confused and was trying to remember what had happened exactly. as my memory begin to restore itself, I saw flashbacks of the night before. "Wait, I'm in a jail cell." "What did I do?", I said to myself. Finally the events from the night before came back to me. I remember being at a party and getting dared to go streaking though the neighborhood. Apparently I took someone's car keys and decided it'd be fun to roll around the neighbor's yard. A cop was roaming the neighborhood and saw me. I refused to clothed myself and that's how I ended up in this cell and would explain why I'm so chilly.