Take me drunk,officer. I’m home.

The last few hours…whew! I’m a little wasted as I write this, but I am sober enough to know what I’m writing. Andrea and Robby did come by. They stayed for a little while. As soon as they left, I came home to find Mom really needing some serious medical attention. I called for an ambulance and the whole damn town showed up. First our neighbor, who is an emt and cop, showed up. Then the police. Then the ambulance. Then the fire department. Damn. Scooby was loving all the attention they all showed him. After Palmer came home, Mav and I went to the hospital. We stopped for some coffee to wake us up, but it didn’t work. We stayed with her for almost two hours. On the way home, we stopped at the Feed Store. I had a pitcher of ol’ sbmf and a jaeger bomb and something called flaming hot pu**y. I even sang my tribute to Kevin Dubrow. Mav drove home as John Law was in the parking lot. (I am a tad messed up. I keep on hitting the wrong keys here. Typonese, baby.) I took all my clothes off and rang the doorbell. Poor Melissa. hehehehehehehe