I was completely drunk and high on PCP, and she looked exactly like the meter maid I've been planning on slamming for weeks. She was probably pretty confused when I threw the trenchcoat over her head and rushed her into the alley, but afterwards, she accepted my apology with grace. I can't promise to never get that drunk, high on dust, and rapish again because, hey, you know me. But, I'll try to avoid areas where your mom might be when she needs a late night pint of pistachio almond. Sorry again.
