Life lessons from "The First 48 Hours"

So, I'm having a good weekend and spend all Saturday cleaning the house and painting flowers on my Kaylee costume jumpsuit. My throat hurts a little, but I don't think much of it, thinking it's prbably due to my breathing in the dust and stuff when I was cleaning; it's happened before. Sunday morning, I'm sick. Throat enflamed, fever oncoming and sneezing. Monday, I'm out of work with a nice fever and sleep most of the day. I wake up only to eat, drink more Gatorade and take my medicine. Ditto for today, except I'm feeling good enough to be awake for at least half of the day. Now my throat is better, but I'm so stuffy I still can't hear very well or breathe through my nose, but at least it's going away.

Today, when I woke up around 3, I felt like laying on the couch to watch something fun on Netflix...not a movie, just something like a show that I could watch and turn off at will to return to sleep if I needed it. I saw that Netflix had "The First 48 Hours" on instant and I love it. I watched some of this show when I had TV back at my parents' house, but it's been awhile since I've seen it. It's so...educational. Here's what I mean.

Things I've learned from "The First 48 Hours":

~Lord, save us from dope fiends and other unsavory characters with nicknames like Peanut, Noodles, Chocolate, Teeth, Baby Mike, Big Pat, Little Pat, Lil E, etc.

~Life as a male of any race from the ages of 19-23 must be terribly difficult; they're the ones getting murdered, doing the murdering or are at least suspects/accomplices.

~Don't sell drugs, don't do drugs and definitely don't videotape other people selling drugs.

~Nobody ever sees or hears anything. Even if they were two feet away from the smoking gun being held by the hoodlum who just pulled the trigger.

~Don't make friends with someone with a nickname like Peanut, P-Head, Noodles, Teeth or Chocolate; they're only gonna be trouble.

~You should never stay in a neighborhood with a nickname like "Pork 'n Beans" or "Little Havana."

~Do be suspicious when your friend wants to bring a shotgun with him on your joyride.