I love that we have a tribal version of "YOUNG MAN, I THINK YOU'RE DYIN'." And it doesn't end in green briar.

No, I think the ground in our version is comprehensively salted. I can live with that.

I am so sorry that happened to you but actually glad I wasn't there, because I will ride the white-passing-soft-lady bus to No Assault Convictiontown with glee lately.

I appreciate the thought, and also appreciate not having to post bail with our finances the way they are these days.