Driving the three hours home to see my sisters, niece and nephews, I was munching on pretzels voraciously, barely taking the time to breath. Tearing them up. I was on a very very remote country road. I mean there's a farm house every now and then, but other than that, there ain't shit. Nothing. Nobody. I wondered what would happen if I started choking on a pretzel out there in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night alone, driving through the country. Write the following on a piece of paper, "I am choking. Punch me in the stomach."