I drove home at ten o'clock last night from hanging out with my sister-in-law in Minneapolis. Originally I was going to sleep over, but decided to just head back. As I walked in the door, wifey said "What the heck are you doing here? You do realize the city is under a martial law-style curfew, right?" Hah! The hilarious part is that there was actually traffic, and quite a bit of it as well.

Interestingly, the initial autopsy reveals that the fellow didn't even die from asphyxiation. Also, he was being a real dick-- excuse my language-- about getting in the cop car, deliberately throwing himself onto the ground like a toddler, complaining he "couldn't breath" practically before the officer had even touched him. This after he'd used counterfeit money.

As much as I dislike the average police officer, I'm not certain the cop actually did anything wrong here. The anecdote about the officer and the dude knowing each other makes this particularly strange!