"We can leave as soon as you get your things together.", she shouted up the stairs. I was dressed, packed and ready to go in less than 10 minutes. As ... carried my gear downstairs I saw that mom had already packed her things and had them sitting by the door. We loaded them into the car and off we went.Being that we live so far north and it was the middle of January, it was blistering cold outside. Not quite freezing, but still in the low 40s. It’d be colder in the mountains but perfect camping. While this family suffered a sorry fate further away from Christmas, they suffered the same. And what does the guy get? Nothing. Why? Because he is dead too. Dead after driving on his fourth DUI and license suspension. “Fucking politicians,” Robert murmurs.“What’s that?” the old man asks.The bartender glares at the man and sneers, “I said, fucking politicians. They make all these laws, but they don’t give a shit. They fill their pockets with money and don’t give a shit unless something happens. "I knew you were trouble from the moment I met you today."Something in that sentence put a question mark into Ramirez's head. "Ma'am, did you not just say that you have been with Mr. Johnson for the past three weeks?" What? Oh heeeeeellllll naw, I met this girl for the first time today. Until today I have never seen this girl. So whatever the fuck she told you was a motherfucking lie." At Rocco's statement everyone looked up surprise, even the girl. Then he went on further."She told me that she. He started with the ‘wish I could have’s, woken from each tangent with a clank of the metal desk legs against the knuckled root, only to drift into another as he imagines the things he could have done, remembers the women he could have loved, if he weren’t ‘so fucking pathetic.’ In fact, he didn’t stop muttering till he reached the ‘wish I didn’t’s, weighted words fading to weighted steps. He was still like that when he reached it, the becomer of death. He was amazed how giant it seemed up.