I live in Winston, and decided today was the day I needed to make a Greensboro booty call and I was going to do it in my work truck with rather bald tires. I wasn't even a mile from my house when I slid through a stop sign and realized this probably wasn't a very good idea. Ah hell, the little head was totally in control at this point.

Made it to Greensboro at 3:30, had an amazing time left out the door about a quarter to five by which point the big head was mostly back in control and I realalized that I may have fucked up big time. There were at least 10 wrecks on the way home, several in the last mile to my house. A couple blocks from the house i watched a car slide in to a telephone pole about a half a block ahead of me. As I caught up to it  I was thinking please don't let there be old people, kids, hot women or anything else in the car that would force to to stop and help. Nope, a lone middle age dude with a bloody nose from his airbag going off. He's already on his cell phone. He'll live, fuck him, kept going. Couldn't quite make it up the driveway and had to park on the street. It took me 30 min to get there and over an hour to get home.

My point is, don't go out in this shit (sorry ladies), it isn't worth dying for. Though now that I'm home safe and warm I have no regrets. Well except maybe I should have stopped and helped that guy.  

Nah, fuck him