So it was a busy day at work today, and I was just so tired and excited to get in the car and drive home. I hate the one-way streets around the school as they make me drive around 2 blocks, just to get out of my parking lot.
So I’m driving around the block, and I just don’t have a good feeling. And then traffic stops.
Cop car has blocked the street with their doors wide open. A crowd of teens is congregating in the entrance of a building on a street notorious for crime. All of a sudden, one kid starts to run– top speed, and towards my car.
My heart nearly stopped.
He turns up the block, away from me. I look around at the 3 cop cars that have now arrived and they are all shocked that he’s running. Two pull some super fast driving moves to head him off. He comes out the other side, in front of my car. Two cops go chasing after him, billyclubs out and all.
The chances of someone pulling a gun eventually is pretty high so I squeezed past the cop car and turned up another block.
This same street just three blocks up clocked the city’s first murder of 2008, and I was not about to stick around to see what happened. Everyone knows you don’t stay out in East New York after dark. Normally I can deal with city life, but when crime is thrust right in front of my face, I’m not such a fan. . .