| About eight years ago a guy got shot a couple of miles from here. Meanwhile some poor dumb bastard a couple of blocks away stole a car at almost exactly the same time; the cops thought he had been involved in the shooting, so suddenly he has the entire inept but huge weight of the Atlanta Police Dept bearing down on him. He drove up our dead-end street trying to escape, so apparently had had to jump out of the car and run around in the bushes around here for awhile. I was just sitting here having a beer watching some dumb-guy TV and suddenly there were helicopter searchlights on my deck, in my windows, etc. etc. I had no idea what was going on. The helicopter cruised around about 20 feet over the neighborhood houses for about an hour. Didn't sleep very well that night. Or, really, the next couple of them.
I really don't like the Angels much, considering it's one of the few west coast ballparks I've been to. Part of it's the team and part of it's Orange County. No thanks to either. |