Aint that the truth. Or sitting on the edge of a bridge over a muddy creek frequented by teenagers drinking volumes of beer and whiskey and some how, not falling in when they get on their feet, piss eyed drunk, and staggering home trying to enter the house real quiet so you don't wake up mom or dad. I sometimes wondered if it was willful ignorance by someone. Or someone told me cause it sure as hell was not me. Honest.