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What Happens When I Am Let Out

Lots of times I will complain that I don't do anything interesting (unless its going to Alaska or having weird conversations on text with people) but now I know what happens when I am let loose on the world.
Tonight I got a call from my friend Katie. She wanted to go to a movie and we decided to go see WALL*E so we picked up her sister Kacey and went to the movie. It was a good enough movie but truthfully I was so tired that I could not stand to be awake much longer. When we left the Flood St. Theater my truck and another car were the only ones left in the parking lot. The other car had its lights on and I was worried that it belonged to someone still working who didn't realize. I looked into the car and saw a body slumped below the steering wheel. I thought he was looking for keys or something until I looked again and saw that he was not moving. I told the others to look at him and asked if they thought he was dead (I was hopping it was a joke). Kacey went to the window and started knocking on the window. He did not move for a very long time. When he finally did we all realized that something was not right because he did not seem to know anyone was their. Katie called 911 when he started his car. He was not able to put his car into reverse and started revving the engine. Finlay he decided that he could just go forward so he drove right over the bearer, drove a little ways down the street and just barley missed an island before stopping at the stop sign. When he started again and there was not a cop in sight I decided to follow him. He turned at the stoplight on Bluff without stopping when not just one but three cop cars pulled him over. We stopped by him too so that we could tell the cops what we had seen. After a long time (about 30 to 45 minuets) one of the nicest cop I have ever meet came to get our statements and told us that the kid had taken WAY to much of his meds and that he could have easily killed someone driving because he didn't even know he was being questioned by officers.
So that is how my weekend started off. I should just stay in bed tomorrow!! If you want another perspective of this night check out Katie's Blog HERE.

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