When you heard that Kage's Nova window had been destroyed?

I was in the parking lot, watching it happen. It still haunts me.

Is that picture from slingblade supposed to be me?

"....Got any more of that potted meat?"

The fact is this: I was giving Tim a ride home, and he was getting in my car as he was yelling at Dave....I forget the argument, perhaps they were arguing about who had the most righteous mullet (by the way, it was Dave by a mile.) Next thing I know, Tim slams my door, and the window rains down in pebbles all over the parking lot.

Sadly, Tim never paid me for the window repair, but I imagine that he often stays awake, sleepless at night - tortured by the fact that our friendship crumbled,  much like my car window, over a lousy $50 bucks.

I still have a hard time trusting dudes with girly giggles.  (but maybe I felt that way even before the window incident.)