Last night a popped out for a slice of pizza.

It was about 2:30 A.M., an hour at which I am usually sweating and tossing around fitfully on my mattress. So I get to the corner, the main drag, and this cop car with lights flashing but no siren comes speeding down the street and pulls onto the sidewalk about two feet from where I'm standing. His window is down so I tell him to watch where he's going. He tells me to "shut the fuck up." And almost immediately I start thinking that maybe he's going to bust me for something. And then an EMS SUV thing comes barreling down the street and blocks off the intersection. Then I notice about ten more cop cars all with lights going and no sirens descending upon the scene, swerving to avoid the drunk pub crawlers trying get in those last 5 drinks before closing time (only an hour and a half left). I controlled my paranoia enough to convince myself that they weren't there for me and that it was probably just some oddly timed and even more oddly placed terrorist attack. So I went to get my pizza and I asked the guy if he knew what was going on. "Oh yeah, the cops do that shit like every other night. 'Practicing formations.'" I'm just sharing the story in case anybody wants to off themselves for life insurance money and has family who could pursue lawsuit against the NYPD. There's gold in them thar foothills. PM for exact location.