On the way home some dumbshit in a little coupe pulled off of the interstate going 60-70 to avoid the road repaving, and landed in a huge water-filled ditch, hydroplaned sideways, and hit a signpost, flipping his car about 45 degrees into the air. Turns out they weren't even repaving the road at that time. It was pretty cool though.
When I got out of my truck at home, two guys were walking around the corner and I got a baaaad feeling about them, so I pulled my pistol from the seat. They were talking like they had just robbed someone and one of them was walking towards me. I was about to have to point the fucking thing at the guy when his friend told him not to and they kept walking toward the ghetto. I walked up the street to see if there were any busted windows and such, but no luck. When I came back to check on my truck, there were 2 cop cars and an ambulance right where I lost sight of them in the ghetto. Whatever happened over there, those two assholes were in the thick of it for sure. It's a fucked up situation living 2 blocks from the ghetto and still paying the fucking historic district rent rates.
I'm going through post-con nicotine withdrawal again, it's hitting harder than I remember it last year. I had a smoke waiting on that tow truck yesterday. I felt guilty, but them's the breaks. I was so much happier when I was smoking, and I personally think I breathed easier then. I sure as hell didn't mind weighing 40 pounds less. I kind of wish I had some terminal disease or knew the world was ending in 5 years so I could just say fuck it and go back to 2 packs a day. And quit my job, too.