Cisco said the car may have been going as fast as 55 miles per hour through this quiet residential neighborhood when the driver lost control of the vehicle and crashed headfirst into the tree, an old-growth redwood native to this region.
Immediately following the crash, the driver attempted to flee the scene, Cisco said. He was pursued on foot by an MVPD officer who observed the accident from his patrol car. The officer was parked a block from the crash site, near the intersection of Throckmorton Avenue and Olive Street. According to Cisco, the driver’s blood alcohol level was measured at 0.16 percent. (The legal limit for adults is 0.08 percent.) “This incident underscores the need for stricter enforcement of our citywide curfews,” said Mill Valley City Council member Sandra Smith-Wolinsky. “As we have seen in this case, teenagers allowed to roam our community freely and unattended are likely to pose a danger not only to themselves, but to all of us.”
COMMENTS
Al Blackburn: Just more stupid Marin kids taking peoples lives in their hands.
Dianne P.: Don’t teenagers have parents anymore?
Cheryl Yamhill-Brooks: Kids’ brains don’t develop until they are in their twenties. thats why they need guidance to learn about the DANGEROUS affects of drug and alcohol.
steven p.: tax payer money being used to send these iresponsible rich kids to rehab? I DON’T THINK SO.
Greg Hill: What are these parents thinking giving that kid that nice of a car???
Janis W.: I don’t understand why did this happen? When I was a kid I had to buy my own car.
cynthia y.: lock this kid up NOW before he hurts somebody else!
1MarinView: This is not even half the story. Get all the details and REAL reporting at www.onemarinviewblog.com!
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Molly ventured down the Internet rabbit hole. She typed in the blog’s url. Here names were named. Screenshots were posted from the night before: reposts from teenagers’ accounts on Facebook and Instagram and Twitter and Vine. She read about the ransacked house of Elisabeth Avarine and the arrest of Damon Flintov. Everywhere were names she knew, and faces. Faces she knew drinking and smoking and grinding and stripping, names she knew—even Nick Brickston—spouting obscenities and humiliating the weakest among them. In dull horror she scrolled through nearly naked photos and videos of the injured Emma Fleed, a popular girl who’d eaten lunch in Molly’s classroom but whose name Molly hadn’t known. The kids had posted all this online with apparently brazen indifference, and the Internet had refreshed their posts over and over again, until it seemed the night had occurred not just once but an infinite number of times.
Alone in her apartment, Molly was powerless. She hated the feeling. After an hour of pacing, she gave in to impulse: she picked up her cell phone and dialed the number she had.
“Nick,” she said to his voicemail, “it’s me, Molly. Miss Nicoll. I’ve just seen the news. It’s so horrible, I can’t believe it. What happened last night? I mean, I can see—I know what happened. Everyone knows what happened. But why?” Her voice threatened to crack—she hung up. She sat on the edge of her love seat still vibrating from the call. In her head she heard her message as Nick Brickston would, and she sounded unhinged.
But she was unhinged. These were her kids, and their darkest moments were playing out on a public stage—there had to be something she could do.
She went to Facebook and logged on. She went to Nick’s wall, then Amelia Frye’s, Steph Malcolm-Swann’s, Ryan Harbinger’s, Damon Flintov’s, leaving comments everywhere.
Molly Nicoll: I can’t believe this is happening. What did you guys do??
Molly Nicoll: You know you should have called me! That poor girl who was hurt.
Molly Nicoll: What is the girl’s name? Emma? Who’s her English teacher?
Molly Nicoll: Emma Fleed, I’m so sorry this happened to you.
Molly Nicoll: Damon, you are on my mind. Please msg me if you need to talk.
Molly Nicoll: Ryan, have you spoken to Damon? Is he all right? Who let him start drinking again?
Molly Nicoll: Sorry if you are too shaken up to answer questions. I’m just worried about you. All of you.
Molly Nicoll: What can I do to help?
Molly Nicoll: Love you guys no matter what. I’m here for you.
Molly Nicoll: Let me know!!!
THE DANCER