...............lately. I'm not real happy with it, as when i was about 8 or 9, I witnessed another kid, about 4, get run over by a car on our street by a young girl going way too fast. And then, 20 years later, Vicky across the street, my age, did the same freaking thing and killed a kid doing abouut 50.

I'm not going to allow that to happen on my street!

So i find out where the kid lives. He's got one of those cars that sounds like a damn bumble bee. So i knock on the door, and this little girl opens the door.

Is your mom home?

no

Is your dad home?

no

OK, i'll come back later.

Problem is, I'm drinking now, and dont' trust myself to maintain a level head. If i go now, there will probably be fists. And bodies hitting the floor. So i'm done for the night.

Damn. At my age, you'd think I'd not want to fight anymore?