Slept Through Anything

One of my friends, Russ, is a drummer. We used to drive around in his car and he would tell me to point out things for him to slam into (or run over). Construction barrels at 55 miles per hour and streets signs in residential areas were his personal favorites.

The sidewalk to Russ's house was made up of 7 stone slabs that were laid from the street to his door. His cat, on a regular basis, would kill mice and birds and methodically place a body part on each stone.

Russ and I were in a band together and used to rehearse in his basement. The music was very loud and the cat would sleep on the couch amidst all that catastrophic noise as if we weren't even there.