I was having a bad day. My girlfriend dumped me, my dog was sick and now my boss called me in for an emergency meeting. Fuck that shit! I needed an escape. A release. I needed to run away to The Bahamas, plop my ass in a lounge chair by the beach and relax until I fell asleep. But I couldn’t. I had - that dreaded word - responsibilities. I didn’t want responsibilities. I didn’t sign up for this. Speeding along the freeway, mumbling to myself about all the things I wanted to do to my boss right then, I didn’t even notice the flashing blue and red lights. Not until something aggressively rammed into my bumper. What the hell? I yelled and turned the radio down. What the ever living – Then I saw it. The angry red and blue flashing lights of doom. This was it! This was my chance. I slammed on the brakes, nearly causing the police cruiser to ram into me. Squealing tires, hot smoke, lots of shouting. Then, the officer - and her 9mm - in my face. What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You could’ve gotten us both killed! I oughta shoot you right here and right now for that. Now get the fuck out of the car with your hands up!
