It was not a surprise to me at all on a lazy Friday summer afternoon when my walls in my house and the large metal wall hanging started rattling. It was not a surprise at all as I watched the whole thing unravel on TV. It started on a Friday after noon as one 58 year old man by the last name of Pool was evading police officers after robbing a dry cleaner and shooting at another police officer. The man could have gotten away except that he had let his nerves get the best of him as he was being followed by police officers in a helicopter, because his truck was nearby the incident and resembled the reported vehicle. What was he driving? He was driving a white Chevy truck with an extended cab. As we all know, this could be a multitude of trucks. But, a guilty conscience as well as hovering helicopters got the best of him and he soon began driving erratically, taking police on a chase through many suburban municipalities as well as the big city itself. All this time, the chase (as many chases are these days) was being broadcast on television. It was exciting and a great opportunity for advertisers as America is a glutton for such action. This man did not know where he was going. This was obvious as images of him turning around in culdesacs, parking lots, and using his four wheel drive to get through fields (something the cops could not do in their cars) were broadcast on the television screen. Considering where this man was at the time the broadcast started, I never imagined he would end up in my backyard (not literally). But as the helicopter pursuit ensued, we saw that he was getting closer and closer to my suburban neighborhood and nearby highway until my walls were vibrating and I could hear the faint sound of sirens nearby. What did I do? I got in my jeep and intercepted him at a nearby cut off, being familiar with local roads and where they go, running him and myself off the road. He was so shocked by the incident that he did not have time to reach for his gun, the gun he used to shoot at the officer earlier that day. I busted his window in with my tire iron and mangled his face with my fist. Next, I grabbed the gun that he had on the dashboard and held him up until police got there. Now, for what really happened...... After watching this guy drive crazily through the city (he made some mistakes.... he could have gotten away while U-Turning through a freeway underpass while cops were not following.... take someone elses car while he was hiding from the helicopter and go the other way.... he had a gun for goodness sakes.... It should have been obvious) and end up near my house, I stepped outside my house and in the sky there were three helicopters hovering over my neighborhood in pursuit of this man who decided to go driving through a nearby golf course. After that, he got on the toll way, he drove for a while until his tires were popped, he got off the toll way, ran into a car and then ended up in a ditch after a few bad turns.... I was almost on the news that day. : )
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