Don't you hate it when this happens:
I actually thought they were going somewhere else with this sentence, but no:
. . . quizzed by police about a broken window at his apartment and the three intoxicated women in his bed.
Hmm. Police arrived after someone reported hearing breaking glass to find that a potted plant had been thrown through the window. People were arguing inside, they said, and after getting no response to banging on the front door, police entered through the broken window. Inside? Shotguns, rifles, and a handgun.
At this point, the GVX article says that "no one greeted them." Well, that's an interesting phrase. Salutations, police officer entering through my broken window! Would you like to come in and see my guns, ammunition, and drunk girls in my bed? Can I get you a donut or something? We get discounts. Please note that I am being "cooperative."
Police knocked on the bedroom door, but nobody responded until UT Director of High School Relations Gerald Harrison arrived and intoned some apparently magic words. Inside, they found McNeil, arm bleeding, one 18-year old and two 19-year old girls intoxicated. Everybody was "uncooperative," surprise, and all of them said they knew nothing of the broken window, surprise. They said they'd been sleeping. Uh-huh.
No charges for McNeil, but he was apparently handcuffed at some point -- "uncooperative" will get you that -- and his three "female visitors" were charged with underage consumption. Orson's amusing take is already up.
Me, I'm looking into homeschooling options for college.