Alot of posts in either of two directions. My original post should be read in the right light, this didn't just happen yesterday, and I wasn't going around drinking and driving like that, being that drunk and driving was a first for me and it was because of that ex-girlfriend who lit my fire, so I had to get away, yet looking back I should have slept in my truck, but it didn't work out that way. Before this incident, I did occassionally drink and drive while having a few, but not much more than that. Like others have stated, and who does MADD think is going out to bars only to stay sober to drive their friends home afterwards.
Years before this disaster I remember a time when I was just getting into college, coming back from a party with a friend who was supposed to be driving us, instead we got lost along the way, after being served excess amounts of vodka with a splash of something. It was a Pontiac Bonneville, we were in and Steve drove us there, which took about 20 minutes, well after 2 hours of passing corn fields and rural houses along the way, we were getting pissed off and said what the fuck is going on here man, where the fuck are we? He didn't know and he was looking like he was going to be passing out soon, so I told him to just stop at the next house we saw. I get out and go ring the doorbell standing on some wooden porch platform, hoping to ask someone where we were at. Next Steve comes out and walks up to the porch and crashes over, gets back up, and I realize there is no damn way he is driving. So I drive, start making turns, and in about another 40 minutes we started recognizing the school again. We didn't know the area, we both just got there, and it was in semi-northern Michigan, once out of a town all the roads become the same scenery. As we're getting close, Steve throws up all over his side of the car, I didn't bother to look, but when we got to the gate, where they ask for ID to get in, they tell me to turn the light on, to see who is in the car. As I looked over, it looked like the interior was totalled. Sometimes plans don't always work out as you think. Should I have just parked the car and waited for the next cop to drive by and arrest us on the side of the road.
I never drove thru the scrubbers at the car wash, only the ones you pull into to spray wash, the height of the structure is what tore my "weekender" ladder rack and ladders off, but they were fastened with straps that allowed my truck to drag them around for a while. The ditch was typical, grass, half tubular shapped, nothing was destroyed except my truck. Sometime along the way, as I was lost, just as Steve above got lost, I began getting irritated as to my bearings and whereabouts. This caused me to turn here, then there, and start wondering which way to go next. Almost I imagine amnesia would be like, waking up driving in a vehicle. The sign I ran over at the end, could have been bent straight up again. It was one of those handicapped parking signs, one metal spike. I was driving a little fast but nothing outrageous on the roads, the cop wrote it up as 10 over in a 35mph, so I was going 45mph. Again I saw his headlights first, knowing at that hour of the night, it had to be a cop, and then the sirens. I wasn't totally oblivious to everything around me, I wasn't swerving on the roads or driving in the wrong lanes. Yet I should not have been driving, and I don't recommend it either.
Drinking, I've learned over the years is something most people discover at different times and different ways, and some take it to an extreme, some learn from that, and some give up. I'm a typical clean cut individual that grew up in a very nice neighborhood, surrounded by fields and woods and lakes. Alot of freedom, outside all day doing stupid shit, around 12 we were raiding our parents liquor cabinets and riding around on mopeds. Younger we built a 6 story tree house, that others could see when going for walks, later becoming a hazardous site, because the parents were scared it was just too much. We liked to get beer and scnappes from the town drunk who would hang out behind the liquor store, and the last time we saw him, he was being pulled off in an ambulance just as we were all walking up to the store looking for him.
The point of alot of this, is that I have always enjoyed alot of freedom, and with freedom you tend to test the limits and get into trouble, not all but some do. I believe this is what Jefferson meant when talking about when he was saying he would rather deal with the problems that go along with freedom rather than the opposite extreme that we are in today. Look at old book stories, alot of them are about causing trouble, but nothing to crazy or bodily harming someone. It's part of life, and I have a much more open mind and opinion and strengths from having too much freedom, than living very restricted as I see kids being raised today, such as my own nieces who I sometimes think, wow how do they deal with such rules. But they are used to those rules, yet rebel in different ways I think. I don't know.
I bet everyone in here has some crazy stories, and can relate if you think about it, and we shouldn't be so knee jerk reactive when we read about things, and go "oh gosh that person could have been in serious trouble". Life isn't just about growing old and dying of a heart attack or being 93 and being misdiagnosed and wrongly having a pace maker put, only to find out from a family member while you were under the knife and out cold in surgery. Life is risk and danger, we need to embrace that, it's what a human needs to live and live properly.