Had a case where a neighborhood bar was being vandalized every night. Front door was jimmied open. Liquor consumed. Jukebox still on. After a few days it turned out the waitress was taking some kind of neuroleptic to treat depression and that had her roaming around in her sleep. At night she would go to the bar, have a little party and walk home. Sometimes it’s just easier to stay depressed.
If you really need to get out of something, I find faking a gunshot wound works
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