Long Time Coming

This post has been on my mind for some time now. Although the event was a few weeks ago, I felt the description needed my utmost attention, and as such required a great deal of contemplation before I began. Here is what happened.

It was about 10:30 one night and Alex and Danielle were at my house. We had discussed the nights activities before hand, and it was time to put our ideas to action. The journey began, as most do, with a trip to Wal Mart. Alex drove. That was our first mistake, we should have realized our victim would recognize her car. While in the store, we purchased sardines, syrup, flour, feminine products, and toilet paper. As we piled back into the car, we headed for Buchanon Street above Harrison as was the location of our victim. He would be on his way home from school at that time, Alex claimed, and our plan was to seek some revenge on his new Cadillac. We staked out the place first, and noticed he had not yet made it home. Not wanting to be caught, we took a small joy ride back down to Harrison. I spied a shiny black Cadillac in the drive up at a gas station and Alex immediately sped onto a back rode to hide. We parked and watched this gentleman, who really wasn't a gentleman, leave the gas station and head home. Yes I know. We are creeps. We headed back up 23rd street and parked a ways away from his home. Alex was sent to make sure his car was in the driveway. Clothed in anxiety, Alex sprinted across the and down the road to his home. Her phone call notified us that he was there. Danielle and I loaded our pockets and hands with our amo and met up with Alex who, not kidding, was answering nature's call in the middle of the road. Classy. Luckily we had toilet paper. Upon approach, we noticed that the black car in the driveway wasn't the Cadillac but was actually his mother's Audi. Cripes. We turned to race back to Alex's car, and tampons fell from our pockets the entire way leaving a trail that would later prove our visit. We decided to take another little joy ride around the back streets until he got home. While jamming to Christmas music, Danielle commented on the bright lights headed our way. "Looks like a Cadillac," I added. We passed the car which proceeded to notice us, flip around, and follow. It was him. Alex immediately transforms into Richard Petti and we begin flying down the back roads at 78 miles per hour. The Cadillac was fast on our tail. Alex was shouting profanities and launching our amo that was in her lap into Danielle's face in the back seat. We careened down the streets until finally reaching Harrison, which is where the stalker gave up his chase and headed for home. We were busted, Alex almost killed us, and none of it was caught on camera. Boo. There is never a dull moment when the three of us are together. My only regret is not getting Alex's NASCAR skills on camera.