I wonder.  I wonder.

My high school buddy, Hatcher, flipped a quarter to see who would cop a couple of bottles of Bud from Clem's rustic party store.

I chose tails; my pal got caught while I turned tail to the woods behind Clem's.  The rest is police history.

2 subsequent car thefts

1 attempted car jack

1 attempted break-in of an ATM and who knows what else?  

There but for the flip of a coin go I.

I still miss you, Hatch.  There isn't a night that goes by that I don't remember

you.

"This prayer's for you, Bud."