There’s nothing like the first warm day of the year to bring out a parade of the intoxicated casualties of good times gone bad. By 11:00 PM in the ER the ambulances are lined up like busses waiting to drop off the wounded – some unconscious, some subdued, and more than a few ready for a fight they’re not going to win. It’s quite a scene, so pull up a chair for a front row view of humanity in the throes of all its raucous and debased glory.
It’s quite a show.