Chapter 37

I so don’t need that tonight.

At 19th Avenue I hang a hard left, tires squealing as they try to keep on the street. Too late, I notice the cop car idling near a median along Central Avenue, but I remember I’m in my dad’s car and relax a bit. At least it’s not the Mustang, with its sexy color and out of state plates. If he runs a make on this car, he’ll see it’s owned by an old geezer just trying to get home. Still, I keep glancing in the rearview mirror for the next block or so to make sure I’m not being followed. A ticket on top of this evening’s events would be just what I need to throw me over the edge.