perspective

Quick update..

It's like 6 am..

Game was last night as every friday night, and we were focused on our private little wars, and who's cheating, and all that.
I accidentally left my cell phone in the van.. 'cos, well.. everyone who would've conceivably called
me was already at game.

After game, I went and had post-game-food at the local dive with the other ST's.. didn't leave
'til after 4am. My phone rang on the drive home.

Tonight, coming out of work, my father, riding his motorcycle out of the Chrysler plant parking lot, was
hit from behind and broadsides, and had his Harley knocked out from under him. The bike is totaled.
My father doesn't look much better. He's alive, and there's nothing broken, but he's bruised bones,
plenty of road rash, and even lost a good half of his scalp.

All of a sudden, whether or not the garou are cheating doesn't seem so big of a deal anymore.