I don't share a lot about my personal life, but I figured that should change. It started in the plaza, right beneath the red steel of the Calder. One minute I was minding my own business, and the next, that accidental dose of super soldier serum kicked in. I didn't mean to start a brawl, but the Grand Rapids PD didn't really give me a choice.
The situation escalated quickly near the Art Museum. I tried to explain that it was just a metabolic reaction, but cuffs were their only answer.
So, I ran. I hit Division Avenue with a pace I didn't know I possessed. The serum was doing its work, but the sirens were getting louder.
I made a tactical error and headed for the Blue Bridge. Beautiful view, terrible escape route. They boxed me in against the railing.
Night fell, and with it came the rain. The skirmishes continued downtown. It was a long, wet, exhausting night of fighting off containment teams.
Things got dark. I was tired, soaked, and cornered in an alleyway. The adrenaline was the only thing keeping me upright.
They finally pinned me down in an old industrial warehouse. For a moment, I thought that was it. The summer was over.
But luck was on my side. A buddy came through at the last second with the perfect getaway vehicle: a classic 1976 Harley Davidson Banana Bike. It handled like a dream.
I headed North to the UP and spent the next month laying low. Found a family of sasquatches who took me in. We sat around the fire, ate bananas, and waited for the heat to die down.
It's all good now. The company responsible for the serum was pretty embarrassed by the whole thing, so they paid the cops to cover it up. Typical. Anyway. I feel better opening up like this. I hope you're all doing well.
