I was driving home on Meeting Street heading towards the interstate, just minding my own business, going about 30 mph because thats the speed limit and I don't break the law. There was about 3 feet of space between the car in front of me and myself. All of a sudden, this tall huge man comes sprinting off of the sidewalk and right into the road and right in front of my car, causing me to slam on my brakes so I wouldn't hit this crazy man. Now, my instinct was to honk and flip out, but his hand was in his pocket and I figured anyone who just runs into traffic has just done something very wrong or they are just insane, so I opted out of getting shot this afternoon. Which is good because church was a lot of fun tonight. Anyways, back to my story. No lie, 1 second later before I could even get my foot on the gas pedal to continue on my way, a short little stocky police man comes sprinting off the sidewalk, once again RIGHT in front of my truck, leaps about 3 feet off of the ground and tackles the dude that already ran in front of my car. It was literally like a quarterback getting sacked in a football game. Considering this police mans size and the tall scary mans size, I was quite impressed. Then, about 5 cop cars flew out of all directions and went to the scene. And I was on my way.
Good story, huh? I knew my hunch that he was probably up to no good was right. And after seeing the magnitude of the tackle, I was glad I did not honk. I might have very well been injured.
Now, I am going to sleep because I have an 8 AM exam and a noon exam tomorrow. I have studied long and hard but it will only be by Gods mercy and grace on my brain that I actually spill out things that make some sort of sense on this Calculus test tomorrow.
Goodnight.
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