My heart almost stopped today, when the lights started to flicker, and I heard a loud pop and screaming coming from the other room...  I thought Dad had electrocuted himself.  The screaming was on TV.  It turns out a drunk driver hit a telephone pole up the road, and fled the scene of the accident.  He was armed (a tribute to the NRA), and lead the police on  a man hunt all around the neighborhood.  He ran past our house several times.

They finally caught him limping across the road.  He still had a broken leg from a previous drunk driving accident two weeks ago.  What is wrong with these people.  How can you hate yourself that much...  Even I can't understand that, and that scares me.