runnin from the cops and failed to negotiate a little jog in the street... some sort of motor cycle... it was bad enough that they didn't even bother to call an ambulance
runnin from the cops and failed to negotiate a little jog in the street... some sort of motor cycle... it was bad enough that they didn't even bother to call an ambulance
The doctrine of nonresistance against arbitrary power, and oppression, is absurd, slavish, and destructive of the good and happiness of mankind.
Personal failures are too important to be trusted to others.
Oh no . . . .
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~seanz
I did a little search for more news but can't find it. I got it from the kid who lives right on the jog where it happened... dunno any more
The doctrine of nonresistance against arbitrary power, and oppression, is absurd, slavish, and destructive of the good and happiness of mankind.
Personal failures are too important to be trusted to others.
It's a wonder any of us made it to adulthood. At least it's a wonder that I did.
yep
The doctrine of nonresistance against arbitrary power, and oppression, is absurd, slavish, and destructive of the good and happiness of mankind.
Personal failures are too important to be trusted to others.
Sorry to hear this!
It's hard to watch kids die needlessly, especially in your own neighborhood.
the kid who told me said he was going very fast and was apparently unaware of the jog in the road...drove off road while looking back at cops
The doctrine of nonresistance against arbitrary power, and oppression, is absurd, slavish, and destructive of the good and happiness of mankind.
Personal failures are too important to be trusted to others.
On a motorcycle, running from the cops, going too fast for the road and died? Sounds like a worthy donor of everything but his brain.
Another mother cries in the night. A bloody tragedy, any way you slice it.
^ too true bra.
Xanthorrea
I guess I was lucky enough to not be looking back at the cop when the jog came. Or maybe I knew the roads better. Or maybe it was the switch to turn off the taillight that made me harder to follow. Or maybe it really was just dumb luck.