Why I Will Never Blind Date Again

The Delaware

But…… Motorcycle man only made it half way. At the speed of light he shoved Zedo off him , opened his bag and shot a graffling hook that landed on the underside of the bridge he saluted at Zedo who smacked the water far below as the handy dandy graffling g*n bought him up.

My throat was hoarse from all the shouting and as the boys fell off the bridge I realized the severity of the situation. The car hit a bump and angled itself at the small guard rails on the side of the bridge. It smashed through them and I joined Zedo in the Delaware.

My stomach was in my throat, my head was pressed against the roof and the windshield. My handcuffed hands bonked me in the face and the stupid cowboy hat followed suit slapping me in the face obstructing my vision.

The demolished police car hit the water with a big splash and slowly began to sink. As water poured into the front I wished my door was the one on the freeway.

I hate feeling helpless and this was the most helpless I have ever been in my life.

I couldn't scream.

I couldn't escape.

No one was coming to help.

I was doomed.

Slowly but steadily water filled the car.

I took the last gulp of air.

Just when I was about to give up hope I saw a hand, next came a helmet, then the world blurred together and it all went black.