You arranged for the DEA to come and arrest you, which was nice, because it was right around Christmas time and you didn't want them filling you with bullets on the Lord's big day.
"It's his birthday," I reminded you. We were sitting on the couch and sometimes you got Christmas and Easter confused there.
Your lap was covered in Christmas cards. You picked one out and handed it to me respectfully with two hands. "Have a cool drink of water," you said. The card had a picture of ice cubes on it. I was worried you were holding a bullet in your mouth and was trying to get closer to check when the men broke down my door.