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While I was making dinner as the Suns game was about to start I heard a large explosion outside my apartment. I ran to my sliding door to see a cloud of smoke right outside near the road. I ran outside to see a truck that had run off the road hit a short wall and flipped into my apartment complex parking lot. I ran up to the mangled truck expecting to see a mangled driver, but there was no one inside the cab. I yelled up to a person who had stopped and asked where the driver was. He said that he was up here and pointed to the sidewalk area. I immediately thought that he had been ejected. I hopped up to the street level and was told that the driver had ran off. I was dumbfounded and asked again for confirmation.
An Army guy who came out of his apartment in his fatigues ran with me as we went to find where the driver had ran off to. We rounded the corner to find a bystander pulling on the bloody driver trying to stop him from fleeing. As more bystanders joined in to help stop the driver, I yelled and told them that I was going to get my handcuffs(that I still have from my days as a loss prevention agent). When I came out to cuff him he was still struggling trying to get away. As I cuffed him I could clearly smell alcohol. He laid on the ground and bitched about the cuffs hurting his wrists.
From what I gathered from witnesses, he was flying west bound on T-bird, crossed two oncoming lanes of traffic, and wiped out into and over our complex wall. It's a miracle that he did not kill anyone or himself. His truck landed on a residents parked car though. Oh yeah, dude said he was an EMT when paramedics were checking him out.
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