THE LITTLE INSANITY – MEET BRAD

People think he’s a self-absorbed jerk but that’s not how Brad sees it. He’s got everything he could want and why shouldn’t he have, he’s worked for it. If you want something in this life you have to get out there and take it. He’ll leave the rat race to the rats.

BRAD —

“Here is her information. The accident was at the corner of Curtis and Broad.” Brad handed over the neatly transcribed notes. He looked around the deserted police station. ‘Yeesh,’ apparently even the criminals wanted nothing to do with this pathetic little town.

“You know, you’re supposed to call us from the scene of the accident. At this point all I can do is file a report. If she decides to contest any of this, it will just come down to a big ‘ole ‘he said, she said.’” Jason grabbed a sheet of paper off of a tall stack and started writing.

‘Good grief,’ this guy didn’t even have a computer. Brad felt as if he had traveled back in time. “I know, but I don’t think she’ll contest it. She seemed pretty ditzy, but honest enough,” he said.

“Famous last words,” Jason chuckled.

“Well, I was already late for a big meeting. If I had waited any longer, it would have cost me ten times the price of the new paint job.”

Jason let out a prolonged whistle. “What the heck do you do?”

“Mergers and Acquisitions.”

“I guess you mean takeovers. Sounds pretty lucrative,” Jason said.

“It can be. If you do it right,” Brad said.

“Ahhhhh, there’s always a catch.”

Brad finished filling out the form in silence. What the heck was he doing in this backwater burg? Who in their right mind moves from New York to Connecticut without any coercion involved? Talk about a giant step backwards.

“I’m not very familiar with this area, is there anything to do here at night?” he asked. He was pretty sure he knew the answer already. Brad was a high energy kind of guy. This move to Connecticut was going to be like slamming on the brakes while you were going 150 miles per hour. He braced himself for Jason’s answer.

“Where are you from?” Jason asked.

“New York City.”

“Oh, hell, you ain’t gonna find anything around here to compare with N.Y. night life. But hey, I’m getting together with a buddy of mine tonight. You’re welcome to come along.”

“Okay, sure. I’ve got nothing to lose.”

“That’s the attitude,” Jason said with a grin. “I get off duty at 7:30 p.m. How about you meet us back here then?”

“Sounds good, do I need to bring anything; cowboy hat, spurs, six-shooter?”

“Better watch it,” Jason warned. “Not everyone is going to appreciate your sense of humor.”

“I’ll try to tone it down,” Brad said. “Are we all set here with this paperwork?”

“Looks like,” Jason said. “I’ll see you back here at 7:30 p.m.”

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