When i was younger i found myself really broke and in need of a drink, it was on a friday and the money i had was enough to buy only 2 bottles of GK, despite my financial constraints i went ahead to drink, the money as predicted did not quench my thirst and the affinity to steal a drink grew as time passed on fast, i got my opportunity and secured a drink but even before i had my first sip the owner of the drink ( it was a mzinga of sminorff i think) raised hell and the club bouncers rushed in, nikabebwa juu juu they roughed me up and told me to pay for that mzinga but since i did not have any cash or ID they decided to call the police.
I was locked in a mabati storage room as they awaited the arrival of the police, once inside the room the instinct to flee kicked in and i managed to flee through a small opening in the roof which i would never be able to fit through in a normal situation, when i finally sneaked out of the compound i ran all the way home like a mad man chased by the devil himself, i never went to that club again.
I always laugh when i remember that incident but i also wonder how the police reacted when they came and found me missing.