Moments ago, I heard a blood-curdling screech just outside my window. Looking out, I witnessed this BMW inscribe with great speed a zero into the asphalt. The burning tires produced a sizable cloud of charcoal smoke that rose over the rooftops across the street. After a couple breakneck spins, the driver then pulled gently to the curb, got out of the car, and walked casually into his home.
That’s just how we roll on Alcatraz Ave.