“But why are all these people here?”
That question came from the vodka and rum drenched, slurred voice of a young man as he stared up at me. He had more than his share of alcohol and had passed out in someone’s yard. I stared down at a heap of drunkenness while the paramedics were there and another police officer. His pants were down around his ankles exposing his boxers and more than his share of birthday suit than I cared to see.
I replied, “That’s what happens when you get drunk, pass out in somebody’s yard, lose your pants and expose yourself for everyone to see.”
His reply was simple and honest.
“Sir, that wasn’t part of my plan.”