In college, I was pulled over right in front of my house returning home from going out because I had my music really loud (well as loud as four 12s could get off of four Punch 150s). Of course, that didn't matter, because I was also extremely drunk. The officer was yelling and screaming at me for the loud music, saying that he was going to take me to jail for a DUI violation, and yelled, fussed, screamed at me some more. Then he looks at my license, and said, is that where you live, as he pointed to my house. I told him YES sir. He said, go home, and don't let me catch you on the road again tonight. I thanked him, pulled into my driveway went inside, had a few more drinks, and passed out on the couch while watching my DirecTV box that caught every channel.