A Universal Truth (5-18-06)

I learned something last night... A universal truth.

3am. It's pouring down rain. It's cold. It's a weeknight.

Someone somewhere is drunk and high.

Someone somewhere is pissing off their girlfriend to the point where she'll beat him over the head with a lead pipe. Then he'll call 911.

I, of course, will be nice and warm, dreaming a lovely dream at this point. Until the phone rings.
Of course I wont have my warm coat with me at this point in time, which means I'm reduced to a sopping wet, shivering, drowned rat.