I just received a call from Andrew. Friday morning, after 1AM, one of the men I share an office with was getting out of a taxi with some of his friends on Hastings street. They were hit by a Porsche SUV that had spend away from a police roadcheck. Police had given up the chase five or six minutes earlier, but the driver was still speeding. He killed one of the men. The fellow I work with is in critical condition. If he pulls through, his life will be very different indeed. I'll leave out the grisly details.

The driver ditched his car elsewhere and escaped on foot. Frankly, I hope they catch the fuckwad and cut off his balls. Fortunately, I feel assured that the family of my associate can likely afford good lawyers. I hope that at the very least, the driver of that car will spend the rest of his life in jail.