I was walking down a small trail that lead into some woods near my home late one night. The moon was shining brightly, and it was the only light that guided me on that rather fateful night. The stars attempted to help, and they did. I had gotten a good distance from the lights of men. By the time I had gotten into the heart of these woods I had finished my beer, and tossed it against a tree. It shattered into a million pieces, and fell like a thousand bombs. "Excuse me young man, but can you not throw your glass at me next time?" a voice rang out. I damn near jumped out of my skin. Several quick glances left, and right, but did not see who ha