I may find peace within the ugliness. How pitiful.
Coming home this evening at around 12:30, I was narrowly missed by a drunken man in his white vehicle. This fact is not unusual in and of itself, however, following his near miss of me, he continued into a parking lot and plowed into a cement embankment. I pulled into the parking lot and called the police. The black man had blacked out, either from alcohol or head injury, and his friend in the back seat was equally as piss drunk and unconscious. I waited for the police to arrive to tell them what I had seen then went on my way.
I wonder, tomorrow, when they are nursing their heads and sitting in the county jail, will they wonder how they got there? Will they wonder who saved their lives by avoiding their vehicle? Will they wonder how any of their night prior played out after they left wherever they were pounding round after round to numb the sense of meaninglessness that permeates their day to day? Or will they just try to look as hard as they can for their mug shots.
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