Responsible My buddy, Dan, smashed and bewildered, teetered around the party.

I knew his salvation from drunken Hell rested on my shoulders. Plotting a course of action, I established our escape route. The party, a maze of drunks, writhed like the inside of a bee hive. I made my way over and guided Dan towards the front door. Asking for trouble, Dan groped several ladies on the way out. Threatening to castrate Dan, the ladies, drunken divas, transform into a feminist mob. They had us surrounded. I stood beside Dan, heart pounding with concern, mind racing with words to say. Attempting to be civil, I apologized for Dan's drunkenness. My words fell on deaf ears. Since these ladies were not into the teachings of Jesus Christ and could not forgive, I knew I could not let them crucify Dan for his mistakes. Our salvation came in the form of an open front door. I grabbed Dan and thrust him past a few people and out of the house. My mission was a success. Dan and I had made it out of the house and were safely on our way home.