Drunk Driving is something I experienced on a major scale. I went
drunk driving with a 0.2
Blood Alcohol Level, got
distracted by something on my right, by the time my
drunken crossed eyes had
focused back forward, I hit the
concrete embankment of the
Interstate traveling around 70MPH, flipped the car, went skidding across the
Interstate on the roof of my car, and another car couldn't avoid my out of control car, and slammed into the (now upside down) driver side door.
Thankfully I didn't hurt the other person very badly, but I did mess myself up something awful.
Hows this for a morning after? You wake up, and realize there is a pin 1/4" thick drilled through your left shin bone, with 40 lbs. of traction weight on it, for your broken pelvis. Then you realize your left thumb (thats the hand you jerk off with!) is nearly severed, and the tip is hanging by only the webbing between your forefinger and your used-to-be thumb. The doctor tries to get your attention so he can explain and get your permission to remove the second toe of your right foot and tissue to reconstruct an appendage which will turn out at most to be 30% of what it was, and horribly scarred for the rest of your existence (I'm only twenty-two), but hey, at least you're not back to being without an opposable digit at all... Thats what separates us from the monkeys after all...
I didn't realize how drunk I was. I drank two shots of overproof rum, and had a few bloody marys along with some beer at dinner. (Later I realized it was 100 proof vodka, and I had more like 4 bloody marys.) This was all after a big meal. I didn't act drunk to my friends, they all thought I was just a little buzzed, and sunday traffic at 11pm wasn't so bad. In hindsight, the reason I left was dumb as hell. I wanted to get away from this guy (this old guy I'm nice to), because he wanted to have sex with me, and I kept telling him I wasn't going to do it. I had him ping my dsl modem from his house, and when it replied, I told him I was out, DSL is back up, I'm gone. Lets skip this scene.
I could've held off or told him flat out no, slept on his living room couch, (which folds out into a bed), woke up in the morning with a pounding hangover, and driven home safely. I wouldn't have spent 2 months in the hospital, and 3 months out of work, along with $400 grand in insurance coverage. Not to mention I wouldn't owe my ex-gf the six grand for the car I wrecked. (see, the psycho hose beast was uninsured... (snicker))