The fresh, good, newborn day and I made our greetings as I got out of
             bed and began to get ready for class. Already behind schedule by ten
             minutes or so I hurried to shower, shave, and change clothes. Absent
             mindedly, still in some what of a daze from the party the night before
             and the time of 7:00 in the am, I nicked myself rather badly on my
             neck while shaving. Throwing my books in my bag and it over my
             shoulder in a single fell swoop I rushed for the topical antibiotic
             ointment to prevent infection and speed healing of the nick on my
             You know, when you read "universal ointment" and "universal cement"
             really fast in your head, especially early in the morning, a little
             hung over and not quite on top of things, they really do grow into
             indistinguishable terms. Truth be told: "Read carefully. Slow down.
             Take things easy. Don't make these mistakes. They will punish you in
             the severest of wrath if you miss these details."
             I'm not sure if it has become knowledge to you, well actually, being
             of sound mind and body probably not as it did to me, but universal
             quick dry cement is actually an anticoagulant, a blood thinner, it
             reduces viscosity, it is something that makes blood not clot and
             resultantly flow faster. So of course my nick began to bleed. In
             turn, I grabbed a piece of tissue as I raced for the door applying
             pressure, desperately trying not to have to enter the classroom late
             with yet another war wound from the hell I call reality, demanding an
             explanation from myself to my inquisitive classmates and professor.
             And so there I was minutes later, sitting in my car at the
             intersection of Boyd and Asp at a red light. Checking to make sure
             the bleeding had stopped; I nonchalantly attempted to remove my
             fingers and so thought "ointment"-saturated tissue from my neck. Then
             hell materialized right then and there, at that very intersection, in
             my car, in the drivers seat. B...