Anyway, the vampire bad dude was suddenly also in jogging shorts and a tank, and giving chase. This we watched, me and Ralph and Mack in our car, the Bolinskis in Igor’s. Once he was led far enough away from his house and out of sight, the plan was that I’d be dropped off and spear-chuck him into oblivion. This being San Francisco, there were plenty of back alleyways, so that’s where he’d be led to, prearranged by us in advance.
“Drive,” I told Ralph, once the joggers had turned the corner and were out of our line of vision.
“Driving,” replied Ralph, already pulling away before rounding the opposite corner, heading for the alleyway a few blocks away. A minute later, I was dropped off, spear in hand. Might’ve looked weird, yes, a dude with a spear, but this being San Francisco, weird, yet
