jesus freakin' christ. i walk into the school today to catch my afternoon helicopter relay mission flight and was told that a dude that i'd been bitching about for the last 2 weeks give or take ran out of fuel.

lesse here. when i flew over the aftermath, oh, and yes he's ok. just a severe case of rectal cranial disorder, i counted 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - FIVE safer places to land than what he chose. 1 highway, 1 country road (paved) 2 dirt roads and the beach. yet we get this: