Sweet, sweet justice

Last night I was awakened by the usual drag racing that goes on during the wee hours of the morning on my street. At about 1:30 a.m. I heard a particularly unusual racer and I jumped up to see a black Honda screech to a halt in the middle of the street in front of my apartment complex. A teen wearing a black shirt ran out of the car leaving the driver's door wide open. The youth ran into a parking lot in front of the apartment complex and hunched down behind a car.

I was wondering what kind of stupid prank this cheese dick was pulling then I noticed a cop car racing down the street and then pull up behind the unoccupied car. Oh yeah, this douche bag are finally gonna get his.

The cop got out of the car with a bewildered look on his face so I yelled out to get his attention by telling him where the driver was. He looked over in my direction but being on the 8th floor with 100+ apartments staring the cop in the face he asked, "Which car?". His question was almost drowned out by the resounding "FUCK!" from the now fingered driver. The teen walked over to the cop who promptly put him on the ground then cuffed him.

I was elated. After two years of living next to Talladega this one kid was going to represent the dozens of inconsiderate jackasses who have disturbed this neighborhood with their obnoxious vehicles.

After taking this picture I decided to go down and talk to the officer whom I helped.

But I was to find out there was more to this story- the car was stolen. When I heard the cops talking about it I had to restrain myself from the yelp of joy knowing that this kid was going to really get it in the ass- perhaps not in a federal pound-me-in-the-ass prison but something very similar.

I was asked to make a statement and I willingly complied as well as told them I would be able to testify in court if need be. As I lay in bed after the whole ordeal trying to fall asleep, I felt better than any on-target egg I have been able to land. The system finally worked.