Another Weekend, Another Fallen Soilder

It is another Saturday and I am so proud of the people I surround myself with on the weekend. A day of booze cruisin' on a pontoon up and down the Ohio river comes to a screeching halt after the boat docks.

My good friend here cannot wait to get off the boat and try his sea legs on land. Apparently, someone paid the gravity bill at the marina and it took him by suprise.

Not sure how long he laid there, because he was still there after we left an hour later.

Looking forward to next weekend.
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Piss Drunk

We have all been there. A night a fun that quickly turns ugly the moment that one drink hits your lips. That one adult beverage that put you into a drunken tailspin from which you cannot recover.

Normally, this type of an event happens around friends. So when I think getting on the Hindenburg is a good idea, my friend let me know they smell gas and don't let me fire up a cigarette.

So where in the wide world of sports are this girl's friends? It is bad enough to pass out at a private party, but to pass out, on a bench inside Newport's levee, and then piss your pants...Priceless. Lord only knows how long she laid in those piss pants.

Here is to getting literally piss drunk.

Cincinnati Crime

Crime in Cincinnati

I know that there is crime in every city, but when it hits so close to home, I get really bothered.

After my dog spent 10 minutes jumping on my chest, begging for me to take him out, I got dressed and took him out back near the dumpsters in my condo complex.

As I walked closer to the dumpsters, I see of my neighbor's car pitched forward. Almost as if both front wheels are flat. When I got past the parked car hindering my lower view, I see that his tires cannot be flat, because they have been stolen! (see picture below)

I know I don't live in the best neighborhood, but it seems like every spring our complex faces a spree of automotive break-ins, people trespassing to use drugs, and minor vandalism. Now we see that the crime is starting to get a little more serious.

Perhaps, it is not the crime itself that affects me, but the emotion that crime creates. The newspaper is filled with stories of crime, but when it happens so close to home, there is a much greater emotion associated to the action.

One morning, I got into my car, and the seat was reclined all the way back, the change was missing from my console, as well as $200 that I was taken at the door of a Wit's End show. Just knowing someone was in my car, and rooted through my stuff, left me with a pretty pissed off feeling. I was ready to bait the criminal into another opportunity to get into my car, just so I could beat them with a golf club. Calmer thoughts prevailed and I did nothing but make sure I locked my car door.

But the above crime took thought, planning, and tools. As you look at the car, propped up those two cinder blocks, a whole bunch of questions run through your mind. What time did they come by to take the tires? The car was fine at 2:00 pm when I got home and took the dog out, and by 8:30 am, the wheels are gone! Did they take the wheels off, and then roll them through the woods, only to pick them up on another street, or did they back a truck up and complete the job all at once? What would have happened to me if I would have walked the dog, and caught them in the act?

I guess I am just tired of having this crap happen in my back yard!