Time for the "he wasn't going 100 mph and he wasn't being reckless" thread

[my miss storm cat]

When my friend Albert was hit by a drunk driver, none of us got to see that beautiful one last time.

I would have loved him if he had looked like the elephant man... he was a great person.

His Abercrombe and Fitch model-esque good looks, his slightly crooked smile, those mischievous eyes that looked at you and made you wonder why he looked like he was about to start laughing... that Taylor Kitsch longish, unkept hair that he was always brushing away fron his face.. his looks were nothing compared to his personality.

He once cradled a crow that a garbage truck had somehow hit and brought it to the pound and, like a little boy, he waited and hoped they would take pity and try to save it instead of doing well... what they do.

It's a small story and one of a thousand but it sums up what type of guy this was.

I'm sure 80 percent of you know... knew... someone who died too young because of some drunk **** who decided they could make it home just fine.

When I read this idiocy by Mike Smith it made me want to vomit.

Be a man, admit what you did instead of telling us how you were fine you worthless ****.

http://www.thoroughbredtimes.com/nat...d-for-dui.aspx