Police car sirens are quite common in my “neighbor”hood, so this morning as I was reading emails and getting ready for the workday I didn’t really think too much about the flurry of sirens going off on my street and alley. Then I started hearing cars speeding down my alley, which in itself is not too weird because many of my neighbors use the alley as a god damned freeway. I decided to look out the window and just in time I caught sight of a guy trying to scramble over the fence into my backyard. He breaks my fence, then goes scrambling into my neighbor’s driveway as six cops pounce on him. Slightly alarming was the fact that I had my back door open for the dog to go outside and I think that Mr. Fugitive thought he could allude the piggies by scampering into my house. Chalk one up for rotting fence posts and shoddy craftsmanship.
The police guy said that the fugitive had pulled a knife on his mother, and that his sister had called the cops and he bolted. The funny thing is that when they were hauling him off the ground handcuffed and disheveled he kept saying, “really, I’m a good guy, I didn’t do nothin’.”
As a side note: are all Denver cops fat with shaved heads?