Death and Taxes

Death and taxes.

The latter I took care of early this year, the former I recently approached twice.

If you can’t guess what that means, I’ll spell it out. I was near death twice this last weekend.

On Friday morning, I was nearly choked to death by a drunken and very violent member of University of Washington’s Zeta Psi fraternity, John Getty, from Gig Harbor. He choked me so forcefully and for so long that I passed out. In my book, that kind of choking is called attempted murder.

On Sunday (the 13th, of all lucky days), my girlfriend and I bid adieu to our friends at the Mariners game and took a taxi home to avoid getting rained on. Our taxi spun 360 degrees at full speed on the highway and crashed into a cement barrier, with us in the back.

Luckily, I’m (we’re) fine.

Better luck next weekend? I sure hope so.