Life The (Big) Sleepover
posted by June 25 at 12:25 PMon
Michael Shane Smith’s mom died last month, so he left Alaska to visit some friends in Sutherlin, Oregon (population 6669). Got too drunk one night, probably blacked out, found his way into a stranger’s home and fell asleep on that stranger’s couch. And then got shot to death.
Police said Christy Cramer found Smith passed out on her couch early Thursday. Cramer fled the house and got her husband, Keith Cramer, who happened to be at the same place where Smith and Lyons had been drinking.
Cramer called the cops twice. Once to say there’s a drunk stranger passed out on my couch and again to say I just shot the drunk stranger passed out on my couch with a high-powered hunting rifle.
Cramer’s lawyer says poor Michael Shane Smith woke up and threatened Cramer. Smith’s friends say he was a harmless, gentle drunk who fell asleep in the wrong place.
Which reminds me of the story of Daley Bailey, a professional gambler from a small town in Eastern Washington. I knew Daley’s brother (a country musician and carpenter living in Seattle), who used to tell this story:
Years and years ago, Daley was staying with the parents in Wenatchee for awhile. One night, he went out, got drunk, came home late, and found the door locked. “Shit,” Daley thought, “my folks changed the locks on me.” So he kicked in the door and passed out on the couch.
The next morning Daley woke up, rubbed his eyes, looked around, and realized he was in the neighbors’ house.
“The only reason he didn’t get shot,” Daley’s brother used to say, “is because the neighbors were on vacation.”
Poor Michael Shane Smith.