I returned home around 1:30am. I have been walking home from school lately, but today was different. It being a Sunday, I aimed for convenience and drove to school. Headed down MLK, I spied what appeared to be three police cars in front of my apartment. Terrible thoughts ran through my mind? Robbery? Homicide!? Then I remembered I have very little that would be worth stealing...certainly not a robbery. Maybe a suspect was being chased and he ran into our complex's back parking area and now he's hididng behind all my landlord's shop equipment. Heavens! What is going on this Sunday night anyway? People should be asleep.
Then I saw it: a shoddy late 90s Cadillac Seville was pulled next to the curb and some frightened woman was standing on the sidewalk next to four officers. Apparently, her boyfriend was already in the back of one of the police cars by the time I got home. Soon a fourth police car showed up. He must have done something kind of stupid.
Now I am sitting in bed listening to the tow truck pull that car up onto it's back end...(screech, clunk, clunk, whirrrrrr, beep-beep-beep). On its way to the ol' impound lot, no doubt.
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