Ben Rogers

*I run down the street, an LAPD cop on my tail. I laugh and turn the corner. You are standing holding a starbucks coffee and chatting on the phone, I crash right into you. Your coffee spills down the front of your shirt and your phone falls to the floor. I look at you as I pick myself up, not even bothering to offer my hand to help you up or apologize. Just then the cop catches up to me. He handcuffs me and I look at you in anger* See what you've done?