Road block? What road block?

I'm a little behind in posting but this story needs to be told.

I was out with my friend Carlos (from the band) last week and we were all hanging out after their gig and were going to someone else's house. We're driving down a side street and Carlos is smoking a joint. Up ahead there were two cops on quads making some kind of road block. Carlos starts to slow down and then punches it (I thought he was kidding). He flys past the cops and they fire up the quads and start chasing us down the cobblestone streets. Carlos zigs and zags and makes a few turns and then slams the breaks on. He says "get out and go knock on that door." I said "what." He says "get the fuck out of the car and go knock on that fucking door." So I run up the stairs to this kind of sketchy looking house and knock on the door. Xochitl (the guitar player's girlfriend) opens the door and I tell her to shut it. I told her what happened and we could hear the cops on quads outside. She explains to me that the cops know Carlos and that he always has drugs on him so he didn't want me to have any problems. Anyway, he shows up twenty minutes later, sweating, with a case of beer. He and Oscar (guitar player) break out the acoustic guitars and play flamenco and all kinds of other stuff until 5 AM. Also, it turns out the house is SWEET behind the door and has a rooftop deck. Had to get up three hours later and do homework before school at 9. Asked myself if that had really happened. It had.