That’s rookie BAC. My ex wife blew a .308, went to the store for a pack of cigarettes, and still managed to tell 4 jokes to the officers in the hold tank an hour after…
sad. It’s always sad.
I think many of us forget these are just normal boys who do extraordinary ish. Don’t ever underestimate the power and importance of a good friend.
A good friend helps decide to call it a night, picks the ish up that you’re dropping from your pockets every time you move, sees bad things before the happen, and puts your ass on notice (if need be) the next morning.
Hate to hear, but damnit have a plan dog.