A City of Assholes

So I'm working in my living room around 3:15 when I hear bang/crunch/clatter from out on the street.  It's a noisy town with lots of such sounds.  I ignore it.  Then three young hispanic guys go running down the street past my window.  People running I pay attention to.  Head outside and find:

On the sidewalk were various stunned onlookers and a tall young white gentleman bleeding copiously from the face all over his nice white oxford shirt.  While we were determining there were no other people in the cars, he proceeded to wander off down the street, turned a corner, and was gone. 

It seems the young man was driving the tan car at speed, lost control and stomped on his brakes.  That caused the nose of his skidding vehicle to go down, which meant it went under the car he hit, which caused its nose to go down and it to be pushed forward under the third car.   The young hispanic men were likely passengers.

It only took the authorities ten minutes to arrive, which is nice, given that they are a whole two blocks away.  To their credit, it only took them a further thirty minutes to notice:

There is a case of Hurricane in that car.  (Anheuser-Busch: Threat or menace?) And there was an open one on the ground next to the vehicle.  From this, they concluded it was possible the driver was drinking.  Masterful, the Philly P.D. 

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[Gib]

It's the city's fault. Not enough parking.

[No Talent Jake]

Maurice Cheeks must have got into a spat with Iverson. It's going to be another long season for you guys.

[bda]

Ah, Philadelphia. The beautiful art museums, the high culture, universities, the rampant stupidity...

I'm pretty sure I heard thirteen gun shots last night, around 0058.

Thirteen. I never heard *thirteen* freaking rounds being tossed off even living next to the gang-infested ghettos in Yuma freakin' Arizona on Cinco de Mayo.

Ah, Philadelphia...