Vikki tells me she is not dead yet.  Only heading that way, as are we all.  She is married to a totally psychotic bastard and should have him committed, but if she does, she will be destitute. I worry about her constantly.

If I had the money, I would drive to her location and bring her out of that hellhole, at gunpoint if necessary. But I don't.

Or I would lay up at 800 yards and stick a 7mm 168 grain Berger into that asshole husband of hers.

Ahhhh, dreams.