It was a January midnight, and I was driving down Woodward Avenue, looking for a place to continue my evening of fun. Over there! I pulled up in front of a noisy bar.
Leaving my new Pontiac running at the curb, I walked inside and fired a shot into the ceiling. In the sudden hush, a hundred startled...
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