Falling Slowly

Last night, on the way to a party in North East Portland, one of the strangest things to ever happen in my life happened. Nate was driving up Grand and a car ran a stop sign. Nate hit the breaks and honked his horn, but there was a cab two lanes over that didn't fare quite as well. The driver braked and swerved, but still hit the back end of the other car. The other car, a white Dodge Stratus, spun ninety degrees into the side street. At this point we pulled over to see what was going to happen. As soon as the Stratus stopped a bunch of people, to me it looked like the driver and passenger, jumped out and ran away towards the river. At this point one of the people from the car, I thought it was someone from the backseat, got in the driver seat and drove away. Unluckily for him his back bumper had come off and it had his license plate still attached. We waited with the cab driver, and gave our information to the cab company, and when the police arrived Nate and Bobby both gave witness statements. They only needed two witnesses otherwise Liv and I would have also been witnesses. The police found the car right away, the driver had dumped it, but they didn't have the passengers in custody. When Nate described the man he saw driving the car as being possibly Hispanic, the officer got on his radio and let it be known that there were possible gangsters involved in the incident. I looked for a crime blotter on Oregonlive, but I couldn't find one, so I have no idea whether or not Portland's finest caught the aforementioned gangsters. They honestly didn't look like gangsters to me. They were most definitely stupid. Hit and run is probably a jail time offense. Maybe even a measure eleven mandatory minimum offense. Overall it was a pretty strange thing to see and be involved in, but there is never a dull moment here, that's for sure. I've also decided that I am going to drive a cab when I finish school. Or maybe even next school year.