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Hours later, a night of drinking behind him, Bug began walking west on Almira around 1:30 a.m. His aunt's house stood about a half-mile away. Somewhere on his route -- probably near West 100th -- the Robinson crew confronted him.
He took off, running about 10 blocks south on 100th toward Walford. Along the way, he grabbed a yellow metal pole. Searching for a place to hide, he tried to force open doors and windows of a half-dozen homes. Frantic and unable to gain entry, he staggered a block over to West Boulevard -- and into James Toomey's yard.

Let's see. I'm drunk, scared, and running for my life from this gang that's probably going to kill me. They "confronted" me, so how much distance is really between me and them?

50 feet?
100 feet?
100 yards?

And I can't let them catch me, because they WILL kill me. But somehow, I have time to pick up this yellow pole and try to break into 6 random houses along the way to hide from this gang that's right on my tail without them catching up to me.

Oh yeah, that's believable.

"He took off, running about 10 blocks south on 100th toward Walford."

I also have a great deal of difficulty believing that somebody whose blood alcohol is twice the legal limit would be able to run ten blocks.

Stagger, maybe. But if he was being chased by people intent on mayhem, they'd have caught him well before he'd covered ten blocks.

Bug made a lot of bad decisions in his life. The way he spent his last night was just one of them...