Here's the thing people--
WEAR YOUR GOD DAMN SEATBELTS.

As much as I love my job and as much fun as I'm still having paying back my student loans, I must say that I'd rather not waste such a beautiful day at the scene of a car crash standing over your mangled remains that are so horribly chunked up into little pieces that when some police officer that took a single course on First Aid comes up to me and asks me if I can find a pulse all I can do is stare at him blankly and then point out the fact that your now lifeless body flew through a windshield before slamming into the front bumper of a car in the other lane on the highway (which was being pursued by said cop at the time of the collision for speeding). Yes, I realize that's a run-on sentence That's the part were he gets all pissed off for my "unprofessional" words and I nearly get suspended for giving him a piece of my mind.

Thank Jesus that the teenager and his little sister in the back seat were wearing their seatbelts or they'd probably DOA too.

YET AGAIN WEAR YOUR GOD DAMN SEATBELTS!




Look, man, sorry about getting up in your face earlier at the hospital. It was highly uncalled for an extremely unprofessional of me, I've just really been on edge since getting that e-mail from Lucy and it's starting to fuck with me. I don't even know how to begin thinking of how to bring this up to Cookie. That really ain't something I need to be unloading on you though...

Everything else aside, yet again- Sorry about that.