I woke up one night to a huge ruckus in my hallway. I walked out and my roomie was being wrestled down to the ground by 5-6 cops. I casually walked back into my room, got my phone, then started filming. I held a casual conversation with them, asked what happened, etc. They came back later and asked to see the video. I told them my phone was out of memory space and couldn't record it. They didn't do shit.
Then again, I'm white, well-spoken, and polite. My Hispanic roomie was on shrooms kicking over planters on the street with just his boxers on screaming bloody murder. So...yeah.