HAROLD showed up in his
misfits makeup and
devilock hairdo with
two-dozen eggs ripened
in the backseat of his
Maverick.

After little coercion
we were driving around in the
hot August night
getting high off the
semi-solid sound of
eggshells on vinyl siding
''I wanna catch ’em off-guard.''

Mavericks can't outrun Crown Vics.