They got along better than great  
and even slept together through the    
whole night.                           
     The next morning, while we went   
round and round about prison life and  
all kinds of other shit, I got ready to
go in and see the DA.                  
     Earlier, when I checked the TV,   
there was nothing about the accident   
anywhere, but Beth did find something a
local blogger had written last week.   
     “People Are More Important Than   
Animals,” was the title, and it criti- 
cized the policeman for not arresting  
me on the spot.                        
     After Beth told me about it, she  
added, “It came out a couple hours be- 
fore the DA called. It might’ve been   
one of the reasons why.”               
     “It might’ve been,” I said and    
* thought about it for a few seconds be-   
fore asking, “Do you think he should’ve
arrested me on the spot? He told me    
that he was gonna leave that up to the 
DA, but shouldn’t he of anyway?”       
     “Wasn’t he busy arresting those   
other two guys?”                       
     “He was, but maybe somebody else  
should’ve. I’m not saying I wanted to  
get arrested, hell, I didn’t even think
about it at the time. That little bun- 
ny, Grunt, looked really bad, babe.”   
     “I tried to get there as fast as I
could, hon, but you had traffic backed 
up for almost a mile, and I had to park
and run the rest of the way. I’m not   
really surprised that it made the      
news.”                                 
     “That cop sure looked awful famil-
iar, but I just can’t place him.”      



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