Darling Christina has a minor coup on her hands just now after a really not-good morning. I can only imagine the tiresome nature of complaints these days. NO IDEA AT ALL of what life was like and could be again.
Not happy with the rules? Deal with it. Which circles back to Trooper’s rude awakening at 2:45a this morning. Yet another teen fatal. A girl, this time. Single car wreck, as usual.
One gets a sort of bleak, dark humor about it, working the same scene over and over. The same kids out well past any sort of reasonable hour. The same Goddamned terrible notification of horrified parents. The same blunt, cold paperwork. And, as I commented, yet another spray painted street and hose job. No, there won’t be an open casket. Again.
Kids, stay the fuck home. Can I put it more plainly than that? NOTHING good happens after midnight. And you might think that life is Unfair and you are being Oppressed because you cannot spend the worst hours on the road? That you aren’t being allowed to play those odds with your life?
How about being thankful that you’ve a parent who’d rather have you hating them for a month – even forever – than to have you hosed off a road and out of their lives forever?
Because, really, it gets hard finding places to stow those mental pictures, the echoes of the anguished sobs, after awhile.
But you deal with it.