AlrightStopHammatime

That friend of his checking in. Hi.

You misspelled potatoes and Guinness.

"More money, more problems." - Wolfgang Gartner, - Michael Scott

Asked the manager what direction the guy ran off to, hopped in my car, hauled ass in the direction, found him not too far from the scene (he was a fatboy and couldn't get very far very fast), and luckily I had an officer stop in front of me and put me on the hood of my car as he was told I was the suspect (* story about this below). I happened to stop/get stopped RIGHT behind the guy (I could (read: SHOULD) have almost ran the guy over had the officer showed up about 5 seconds later). Pointed out who he was, at which point another officer ran up and apprehended the guy.

• Side story: I own a shiny red sports car, and after learning where the suspect ran off, I hopped in it, and hauled ass out of the parking lot at a very high rate of speed. The people who ran outside after I was taking off assumed I was taking off because I stabbed him (understandable reasoning, I suppose), so the officers were looking for my sports car, and I was stopped first. Which happened to be a GREAT thing, because I probably would have ran the guy over had I not been stopped... so much was going through my mind while this was all happening.

Bravery, nay. I just did the right thing. Guy killed my friend (or so I thought at the time), and there's no fucking way in hell that shit bag was getting away with it on my watch.