Drunkeness rocks!

My parents used to have parties between New Year's and X-mas. Wait, reverse that. So, one year they had a party in their hip downtown loft. There was a guy at a party who we'll call Jim Bean. Jim was sitting in the open window sill. Jim was known to either have a real or joking phobia of Native Americans, and Jim was talking to a man who mentioned he was of Native American descent. Jim let his arms fly up and he was propelled out the window. He then rolled down to the awning below, over the petunia boxes, and onto the street below. A good deal of the people at the party thought he was dead, and started running down to the street screaming "JIM!" He then popped up and yelled "Another mark for liberty" and ran down the street. At the end of the evening it was decided that it probably was not the best idea for Jim to drive home. So my cousins Steve and Linda decided to take him home. Linda would drive her husband's car, and Steve would drive Jim's car. Jim's car was low on gas, so Steve takes it to the gas station to fill it up with gasoline. Jim took this opportunity to lock the doors in the car and fuck with Steve. Finally, he lets Steve back in the car. Steve asks Jim how to get to his house. Jim gives him a complex set of directions and off they go. When they arrive at the street Steve asks where the house is, and Jim replies "Haha! I tricked you! This isn't my street at all!" Steve who was slightly drunk and tempermental at four in the morning grabs him by the scruff of the neck and says "I am going to beat you senseless if you do not tell me where your house is."