I was a half-second away from becoming a part of this story. The men with the "mullet" haircuts skidded right in front of me while I was travelling on Burnside. I hit the brakes so hard that I almost spilled my white Russian. The assailants stared at me and I stared at them; they peeled off and away as the cops were on their tail. I drove around to see where the chase went off to and I saw the truck on its side - the result of a collision, as the Oregonian story explains. The following is an article that ran in the Oregonian. What's sad is that Glisan is in northeast Portland. It's painful to read for anyone that lives in Portland.

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Whoa... so much going on with me yet I'm not compelled to share. I'll think of something funny soon. Bought a new cell phone. Sweet. I'll get myself into some bizarre situation soon and I'll share it with you when it happens.