Tales of the Insomniac

>> Saturday, December 10, 2005

It was a cold night for Atlanta, and a cold night means the criminal element like to stay home and warm their criminal toes by stolen space heaters. My toes were just going numb when I caught a lowlife trying to snatch a purse from a lady near the King Memorial stop. That got the blood pumping.

The rest of the night was cold, dark, and uneventful, but I was there, awake and watching.


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