I guess we were all guilty, in a way. We all shot him, we all skinned him, and we all got a complimentary bumper sticker that said, "I helped skin Bob."

I guess this was his first shot at getting something big,

Everything went blurry; I guess it knocked me out for a while. It didn't affect my shot. Everything kept going in. It was amazing.

The only thing we're guilty of here is hasty good intentions,

Here's a good thing to do if you go to a party and you don't know anybody: First take out the garbage. Then go around and collect any extra garbage that people might have, like a crumpled napkin, and take that out too. Pretty soon people will want to meet the busy garbage guy.

We tend to scoff at the beliefs of the ancients. But we can't scoff at them personally, to their faces, and this is what annoys me.