By Elle Quintana, talent buyer at Reggies
I hobble in and order a beer.
“No problem at all.”
I wake up the next day and now even I agree: I need to see a doctor. My lower leg looks like a huge, beige tube, and my toes look like giant raisins dangling from my foot.
When I started getting hospital bills, I went to the police station across from Underbar and Blue Light and asked if I could see the tapes from that night to try and find the cab and maybe have the driver’s insurance pay for my hospital bill. The police told me there isn’t a single camera outside the station. So if you ever want to run over someone with your car or sell drugs on a corner or whatever, do it in front of a police station. It’s the last place they put cameras. v
