Come on Eric do it, come one man show it to us, Vishal said. Eric will you do it for me, Lynne asked. They were trying to get Eric, Eric Skrout, to show them the Britney Spears dance he has learned. Eric Skrout, Lynne Jennings, Mike Gravas, and Vishal Patel were all going home. Vishal was driving all of them home and was going down Mentor Avenue. Eric was sitting in the front passengers seat, while the two love birds, Mike and Lynne, were sitting in the back seat.
All of them were having fun from the looks of it. Towards the end of Mentor Avenue and 306 Vishal slowed down at a green light. Mike said, why are you slowing down its a green light. Vishal replied, I dont want to get hit when I make the turn. There are a lot of crazy drivers out there. Vishal mad the turn and mike said theres a cop behind us.
Soon as he said that and Vishal looked in the rear view mirror the cop had his lights on, and was pulling the over. Vishal said, why is he pulling us over? Vishal and his friends were pondering why he was pulled over. By that time the cop was at the drivers side window and was asking for my drivers license and registration. The cop then asked, you know why you were pulled over. Vishals reply was, cause I slowed down at the green light. In return the cop said, no I had you clocked at 48 mph on Mentor Avenue. While he was checking the drivers license he saw that Eric had his hands crossed over his stomach and said, Excuse me sir, can I see your hands.
Excuse me sir can I see your hands, the cop replied again. All the people in the car said, Eric what are you doing. Eric wouldnt do it so the cop asked one more time and this time going for his gun. Eric finally showed his hands to the cop, and the cop went to his car. Vishal said, what the hell are you doing Eric. Eric said, sorry I didnt hear him.
The Essay on Eric Alan Roy Back
english-creative writing SUSPECT On the ground, Mother Fucker. Next to your dead friend. Add that order to $352, mix in Rubys Stop n Shop, stir in a dash of a. 357 Magnum, and there you have armed robbery. It was Erics first kill, and it felt good. His sneakers slapped against the wet pavement, echoing in his ears. When he jumped off the curb, his left foot slipped a little, throwing him off ...
He looks like a cook you know that dont you, said Mike. The cop came back and gave him a piece of paper and said, Ill give you a written warning this and go the speed limit so you wont get a speeding ticket next time. As the cop walked back to his car the kids drove off.
