Randy calls me out of the blue and asks if I will come over to his folk’s house.  Kelly has drunk almost an entire fifth of something and won’t respond to anyone.  He says she insists that she won’t come out of the bathroom except for me.  My immediate thought is this is Randy’s problem (and why the hell doesn’t he call the paramedics?) but then an insane curiosity takes over me.  I agree to come over.  My reasons are selfish.  I want to see the mess Randy has gotten himself into.  There’s also an ounce of pity for Kelly in there too.  Someday she will get some self-confidence and he’ll go looking for someone else to rescue.