Gorgeous Saturday morning here in Dallas, Texas. I decide to walk to the local farmer's market with my mother. We are leaving when we hear shouting and police sirens. A guy had just burglarized a house. He then drove his car through this very crowded farmer's market. Somehow made it out without hitting anybody. He then jumps a median and takes off down the alley WITH FOUR POLICE CARS FOLLOWING HIM. He is driving an early 1990s Toyota that has a donut on the back left and his trunk is open. He wrecks a police car at Northlake and Peavy, speeds down, and flips his car over a curb and into a parked car literally around the corner from my house. He then takes off on foot. There were more than a dozen police cars after him and he is in a dead end alley in a neighborhood that only has 5 outs . . . and none of them are anywhere close to him.
Thankfully the cops got this guy and he'll be serving time. Since he hit a police car, not only do they have him on this burglary (and suspicion of six more), they have him for assaulting a police officer, a host of traffic violations, and another assault charge for a second occupied vehicle he wrecked.
The other reason this really pisses me off is that we are a neighborhood of walkers. Even on crummy days you will find dozens of us walking the streets. On the first sunny, seventy degree day we have had in months? I counted more than sixty people walking. And we were only on two streets. Thank god this guy didn't hit anybody, but what he did is beyond reckless.
I am just pissed and needed to vent.
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