Back sometime in the mid-to-late 1980’s, Steve and John-Tim and I took a winter holiday road trip. Steve’s parents had loaned him their motorized camper, and we were off from Houston to Cloudcroft Angel Fire, outside of Taos, New Mexico, for some hot slope action at the ski resort there. I’d never been on skis, and wasn’t sure I was going to start now, but it was good to hang with the boys. Much jollity and unrestrained male bond-farting occurred.

Around 2 a.m. that night, I was asleep in the bunk over the driver’s cab of the camper, when I was awakened by a sense of serious Wrongness. The ride had gotten abruptly much bumpier and slidier and maybe more sideways’ish and sort of high-speed terrifying’ish.

Steve had been driving too long and too late, and had run out of uncut powder cocaine to keep him awake.

…. Just kidding. Steve has never, ever taken drugs. Seriously. His issue was always the sex addiction, not the drugs. Though, perhaps if he had been snorting uncut powder cocaine that night, he wouldn’t have

FALLEN ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL, DEPARTED FROM THE HIGHWAY AT EIGHTY A HUNDRED MILES AN HOUR, AND SLID A QUARTER OF A MILE INTO THE MIDDLE OF A PASTURE HIGHWAY MEDIAN OUTSIDE OF AMARILLO, TEXAS !!!!!

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