Sometimes you really want to kill the people who need it.

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It had been, as someone once wrote, another shitty day in paradise. It had been in the 70's in Lake Arrowhead and I was driving back home from the cabin of an old cop friend. I'd had some wine and one shot of Rye over the long course of lunch and dinner and I was wide awake and sober. Which was a good thing. I was headed down a very curvy forest road towards the 210.

My headlights caught a flash of movement ahead and to the right. I slowed the ZL1 and focused on it. It was...