June 27, 2004
He stepped into the apartment, shaking a bowling ball bag at me. "Let's go bowling!" "OK." I killed the TV and grabbed my bowling jacket. "You drive." 60 days remained on his current DUI. "OK." Halfway there he said, "Take a left. Two blocks then left again. I gotta see somebody." "OK" Mid-way down the block a BMW sedan sat under a yellow street lamp. "Stop." He stepped out, opened the bag, uncovered a cinderblock, raised it, then pitched it through the Beamer's windshield. "Let's go," he said, sliding back into the car. "You're crazy!" I shouted. "OK," he said.