A drunk mans words are a sober man’s thoughts.

She lay there in her bed trying to fall asleep. The window to her third bedroom apartment is slightly ajar, so to feel the cool breeze that is blowing. “It’s almost Autumn” she thinks to herself.


She lives in a small quiet town. Not much goes on around here. It isn’t quite Mayberry to where everyone knows everything about everyone, but it could be in some parts. So when it is a quiet town, with not much going on, you have cops that get bored and are just aching to bust someone over something so piddly.


As she is just about in her deep sleep, I hear, very loudly I might add, “Dude to you have a lighter for my marijuana!?” This question was followed by liquid hitting the pavement. “Dude you are puking!” Thank you Captain Obvious! “We didn’t even drink that much, how could you be puking?” Well I guess you have some very week friends who do not know how to hold their liquor very well College Boy.


They walk away, I am thinking, “Oh thank God!” I close my eyes and they are jolted awake by the loud voices again. “Dude you are looking at your own puke!” “Why are you looking at your own puke?!” No answer. Now I didn’t get up to see who the hell was outside, I was just glad that I wasn’t the person in the garden level apartment. They finally go away, and I think to myself, “College kids. In just a matter of minutes Barney Fife is going to pull them over for public intoxication, or some Gomer will be screaming “Citizen's arrest, citizen's arrest!"


Yup so here I am 2 o’clock in the morning writing a blog post, smiling because I know Karma will be coming along and kicking their ass when they wake up.