I have run from the cops many times, and while always awesome, daring, and elusive, none of my stories compare to what happened to somebody else I was partying with one night.
One night this guy and girl we knew were partying in their house for the last time, as they were moving out the next morning. Instead of lugging this guy's huge old mattress into a U-Haul, they got wasted and decided to cook it on their front lawn instead. So we started this gigant bonfire in their front yard fueled entirely by a queen-sized mattress. (Osage area, Saturday night, NEVER patrolled by cops.) We're burning stuff over a mattress flame forever, like, ALL NIGHT. Then the cops show. Well, those of us who didn't live there all stay out and let them run our licenses since we weren't even really doing anything, but the two people who were responsible for it all bolted inside together and hid in a closet. GOOD MOVE. One cop gave us a look like, "uh, are they serious?" and strolled into the house to quickly find them huddled in a closet together all like

.
"Okay, I found you," the cop said. "Now, we saw camera flashes as we rolled up, so we know you were taking pictures that we're going to have to take as evidence. Let me see your camera."
So the guy, busted and huddled with his female roommate in a closet, sheepishly reached into his pocket and handed the cop his camera. But what the cop didn't know was that
I was the one taking all the pictures that night on
my camera, which I still had stuffed away in my pocket outside. So when the cop took homeboy's brand new camera he found only two pictures on it so far:
#1. A picture of a dog humping another dog
#2. A picture of the same dogs humping but from a different angle.
Moral of the story is that you should never run from the cops into your house unless you want to call out a cop for being a zoophiliac.