D.O.P.-T. (yesterday)

[weofodthignen]

Bad boys. One night recently, I was about to cross El Camino to start my work shift after getting coffee at the 7-11, when I heard a bang and looked to my right just in time to see a bright blue car—this year's color—finishing its bumpy way across the high divider studded with river rocks from the wrong side of the road to the correct side, with white smoke puffing out as the clot wrecked his transmission. He proceeded away with no lights on, and hopefully didn't hit anybody before the car died. It looked like a Firebird, that kind of cheap sort-of sports car. Then last night customers told me there had been a shooting up at Scott and the police had access to the bank there blocked off. (It was close to two hours before they returned with enough cash to complete the purchase.) In the morning my relief was later than usual and said El Camino was blocked off, so I walked in the other direction and caught the bus at the next express stop, where I knew it would re-emerge if they were detouring via the back streets; as it happened the block must have been lifted because a lady who catches it from my stop waved to me as I got on. Apparently this was what had happened, so El Camino had been closed for over 5 hours.