About half a dozen times a year I deal with scenes that involve drunk drivers. While picking someone's brains off a car seat, or looking at a little girl whose eyes have been blasted from her head by the force of a collision, or holding a dad whose child will never say his name again, my thoughts tend to be a bit harsher than yours when I think of what the drunks deserve as punishment. Scenes like that make me glad I don't carry a gun.

I'm sorry for your losses, Divis.