2008jan17. Grabbed on to the tail end of a high-speed car chase today. Sitting at a traffic light, everyone’s stopped because we hear sirens ... but then nothing. So the light cycles, and it’s just about to turn green for me ... and this little red car comes shooting out of nowhere, blows the red, and disappears. Then six cop cars, then green for me, so I figured hey, why not hand it to me on a silver platter ringed by inward-pointing arrows captioned “THIS.” The driver was a crafty one, sticking to smoother service drives – do cops tally up all the lights you blow? – and hit one that ended up in a residential neighborhood with a lot of hills and side streets. I figured okay, I’m not going to get messed up in that, it had real Blues Brothers potential, so I turned around ... and then They drove right past me. You know. One black car, two black suits, two pairs of large black wire-frame sunglasses. They’re zipping along toward Potential Police Pile Up ... so I turned around again ... but then this little shithole Ford Half-Festiva backs into the service drive and starts slowly shuddering along the way. “I need CLOSURE you crap!” Unnamed investigative service car crested a distant hill.
