When you drive along a long Texas road and come upon a turtle on a fence post, you stop because it’s such a strange thing. You realize the poor thing did not get up there by himself, he does not know how he got there, you just know he does not understand what he’s doing there, and you know he doesn’t know what he’s going to do next. Then you realize you have to do what you have to, to help the dumb bastard down
Sounds a lot like me after too many cold ones. Thanks for the explanation.