Some psycho kidnaps his would-be girlfiend, gets chased by the cops halfway across the state, runs out of gas right outside your house, where you and your spouse are enjoying a quiet evening at home, and now you're held hostage at gunpoint and surrounded by police. It could happen.
After midnight there is no one on these streets, except the occasional cops who sit in their cars and wait for fools like me who think they can make it home before they fall asleep. I didn't even want to be out there. I should have been dreaming already, all nice and curled up besides my girlfriend with her cat on my head and my hand on her hip. Instead we had one of those fights. I don't even know what the fight was about - I never really do - unless it was just for the sake of it, so we could be mad at each other for a couple of days and then have really...