Last night I was hit head-on by a drunk driver and spent some delightful quality time in the local emergency room. A barrel of laughs. I had just picked up some medicine for my father-in-law (he just had angioplasty) when the other driver careened over a barrier island, mowed down two traffic signs, and totaled my truck. He blew a .25 at the scene, followed by a .18 nearly two hours later at Central Testing. He probably doesn't even remember the accident. Luckily, I'm in one piece and my kids weren't in the car. But thank God our politicians are spending so much energy saving us from the truly "dangerous" drugs. 
