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On October 2nd, 2009, at approximately 12:15 p.m., a Green and Yellow Cab Company taxi hit me while I was jogging.

In broad daylight.

Right here:
Notice the crosswalk

And then the bastard drove off.

This was actually the second time I'd been hit by a car while on foot, and I was getting sick and tired of it. While using some choice expletives to describe my opinion of the taxi driver's moral character, driving ability and relationship with his own mother, I read his license place number and repeated it to myself 5 or 6 times, along with his description and cab company (Green and Yellow Cab Company is easy to remember since they have a big honking four-leaf clover logo). A few minutes later, I was on the phone with the police and gave them everything I knew, which was a lot: License, fat old white guy, cab company and cab number.

And then silence. Months of silence. In fact, the Somerville Police Department never got back to me.