Yeah, I once ran from the cops and got away when me and a friend were poking around a used car lot one night about midnight. I was about fourteen at the time. Anyway, for some reason the car lot had left all the cars unlicked with the keys in the ignition. I selected a 67 Buick Wildcat that had side pipe exhausts on both sides, started it up, and considered taking it for a spin. About that time the cops showed up. I ran like hell, almost got decapitated by a clothesline in a backyard, managed to get back home and crawl back through the window I slithered out of. My friend also made it away clean. For two days we both looked at the local paper to see if our adventure was mentioned. It never was. Victory.
Former sergeant now? Lock him up.
