After I wrote about not sleeping I had to take a couchsurfer across town to his next host. While driving down the busy, rush hour traffic jammed road we were rear ended when I slammed on the brakes to avoid hitting someone else. The guy was nice. He had a Jesus fish on his car. Most of the time Jesus fish and the people who own them irritate me, but this guy was the happy exception. He was calm, friendly and in control of himself. No one one hurt and we exchanged information. His car was much worse off than ours with almost his whole front bumper smashed in.

On the way back I decided to stop into a police station to fill out the report I would need for the insurance. There I met a lady that had gotten her purse stolen at the MGM last week. She was trying to call a cab but I said I’d give her a ride since I was going there anyway. On the way home she told me she doesn’t fly because she was in a plane crash when she was twenty and is deaf in her left ear because of it. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that was in a plane crash before.

Also while in the police station another lady started talking to me by asking where I got my hair done. She had just moved to Vegas last week. She was tough and aggressive and kept talking to me even though I was trying just to watch tv. She was registering her gun. She was wondering about the gun laws in Nevada and then told me all about the gun laws in North Carolina where she moved from. I decided to give in and just talk to her. I kept asking her questions and she kept talking. She told me she moved to Vegas because a stranger broke into her house eight weeks ago and raped her at six in the morning. I told her I was sorry and that I was glad she moved here and was close to her parents now. After that, she didn’t seem as manic and needing to talk.

Now it’s ten thirty and I’m wondering if I’m going to sleep well tonight.