Bad Boys

Yesterday, Jen and I were driving around town in her convertible, and we watched a police officer pull over a white Dodge 4 X 4 in a driveway. We drove by twice. The second time the cop was in his car looking up info on his computer, and we drove about a block to the intersection of Michigan and Wood Street where Pauls Pantry, a run down, little, party store is.

We saw 15 or 20 people fighting at the party store. I don’t mean shouting and poking fun at each other. I mean beating the daylights out of each other in the parking lot. I did a quick U turn and raced back north to the cop who slowly rolled down his window when I pulled up beside him.

“Yeah”

“You know there’s a huge fight going on down there?”

“Where?”

“The party store. There must be at least 15.”

He just took off. The guy in the truck was visibly upset lifting his arms in the air like “what about me?”

As we drove off we heard sirens all over the city, and when we drove by a couple of minutes later there were four police cars there.

Did I feel good about myself? I don’t know. It was kinda fun.