all these little things
Watching One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest with SSS and El Toro last night, we heard an enormous *boom*. Sure enough, it was another flaming car. We could feel the heat, smell the smoke, the explosions vibrated through everything.
I ran outside with my camera phone (my real camera is in the shop dammit!) but remembered to dial 911 first. As I talked to the dispatcher from a corner near the flaming wreckage, I looked up and saw ghostly people watching from every window on my block.
I talked to my neighbor, who said the last burning car totally freaked him out because of all the marijuana he smoked. I said "That'll teach you, junkie!"
When the cops showed up, they took a bunch of pictures of each other goofing off in front of the flames. I guess a flaming minivan is a welcome diversion from other, darker things. Like this incident on our block soon after we moved in:
Carjacked
Four armed bandits mugged a man, drove him and his girlfriend around the corner in his Mercedes and handcuffed and released him, while taking the girlfiend on a joyless ride on Nov. 8.
The horror story began at around 7:45 pm, when the 66-year-old man parked the 1997 luxury car near the corner of Boerum Street and Bushwick Place. Suddenly, four thugs approached him and his girlfriend, beat him, took $400 and stuffed them both back into the car.
The drove the pair around the corner, handcuffed the man behind the back, and dumped him. He managed to walk to the corner of Metropolitan and Onderdonk avenues— in the confines of the neighboring 104th Precinct in Queens — where a witness called 911.
Meanwhile, the girlfriend was put in another car and dumped near Wyckoff Hospital. She told cops that one of the men had a brown pistol.
Cops have scant description of the perps.



