Drinking and driving is one of the most foolish and dim-witted things a person can do! A man wrecked his truck right up the road (not even a 1/4 of a mile) from my house last night. It was a fatality... the man was drunk and he ended up being the father of one of my friends from high school. He got into a fight with his wife and in his drunken haze he left his house and headed out to a party at my cousin's house (my cousin had just got married earlier that afternoon) and he ended up wrapping his truck around a tree instead. My brother was the first fire fighter on the scene, he saw the man take his last breaths... he was only in his later 40s. He was so young. It makes me sick to know that people can be so thoughtless and careless after they've had a few drinks... not only is someone else's life hanging in the balance because of your stupidity, but your own. Why? Is it really worth it? His wife will never be able to amend the harsh words that were spoken nor will she be able to say 'I love you' to him again... his sons and daughters will never be able to talk to their father again... his grand children will not know the man he was... was it really worth it?
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Is it really worth it?
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Well, when you're drunk, you tend to think you can do anything. This guy just made a bad judgement call and it cost him his life.
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A few months ago, a drunk guy came flying through my neighborhood in his truck and he took out a couple of really thick and strong brick mail boxes just a couple of houses down from my house. No one around here ever heard about what happened to him but, judging on the damage, he was probably killed or severely injured. I'm just glad no one who lives here was hurt. It was pretty early and there are usually countless kids playing in the streets at that time of day. Does anyone else think that drunk guys always tend to be driving trucks? I'm glad I hate the taste of beer.
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last week a 17 year old kid wrecked his jeep drunk and walked away, the car he hit sent a couple people to the hospital and killed 2 children, and the pregnat mother of the kids. The kid was then heard to be bitching about how his jeep was all fucked up. He ran, happily he was caught. They now are debating his trial as an adult or as a minor. hes 3 months shy of 18. People here are calling for his head. We had another target who walked into a local mall and opened fire on everyone in sight, killed 5, sent 5 more to local area hospitals. two of the people dead were 15 and 16. a son lost his father and a mother lost her daughter. The mother and the father were in hospitals not knowing if they would live ro die or even the condition of the kids. One of them woke up recently to be told thier child was dead. We cant call for the head of that child (18 year old kid) because the police shot and killed his ass at the mall. Every stupid decision affets someone someplace else. I dont belive penalties for DUI or DWI (pending your local states laws its either driving while intoxicated or driving under the influence, same shit, different names) are stiff enough.also about 2 hours south of me a woman, a nurse, on hre way to work saw an overturned car in the hiway on route 6. She stopped to check on the people inthe car and make sure everyone was OK, a car, the guy that lives up the street from her actually, came around the corner and hit the overturned car, tossing her 80 feet through the air and off the cliff side to her death.The driver turned out to be an illegal alien with no license, who rolled it drunk as fuck earlier and at the time of the acident was at home asleep on the couch.Drunks are such lovely bastards.
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I drive a truck, I need it for work. I know several women who drive trucks as well. I also on occasion, drive a mini van that is my womans primary transportation. I had a few cars but sold them. There is really only 2 I miss, the one I totaled (sober) a 1980 yellow t top firebird witha pontica 400 and fully cammed and bored, and the Taurus SHO. The mods I did to that car were fucking awesome ! it was nothing for me to smoke the tires to top gear and have them barely catching street at 90 miles an hour. 0 to 50 in 3.2 seconds then it slowed down a dbit to hit 60, after 60 it took off like a fucking rocket. it was easy to hit 140 in it in less thana quarter mile. I miss those cars, but I do drive a truck now.
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I've seen enough death (regardless the reason) to last me a life time.... how can you get used to death? For me, I don't, it just makes me even emptier on the inside. It just boggles my mind how irresponsible and thoughtless people can be. I know there is nothing I can do about it because it's a fact of life. It just helps to voice the thoughts swirling in your head from time to time. I'm just so tired of it... Hell, within the last year alone I 'know' over 7 or 8 people who have lost their lives and the count is steadily rising higher and it's just so damn depressing! There was another wreck today (no idea if anyone was killed) up the road from my work. It's just.... I don't know...
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You do get used to it, its get used to it or break down. Iv cleaned up what seemed to be fucking gallons of blood from a carpet that my cousins dad shot himself on and bled out. Iv seen dead people and parts scattered across a road with piles of twisted metal on both sides. so much blood the fucking greeway was red. Befor I even got up to the wreck I thougth Id choke, all I could smell was blood, it was so think I could taste it in the air, that nasty coppery sorta smell and taste. Iv held a guys head on my lap who died while I was waiting for an ambulence, iv been around for plenty of death, some by violence some by accident. Iv vleaned up after mor than one body. Iv cleaned burned flesh from the ground, melted hard hats and burned coverals all on a pile of what was once a friend.Its never fun, someone has to do it it, someone has to deal with it. You deal with it or you break down. My mind has chosen to deal with it.When I was in high school, 1989, there was 16 of us that were tight, as of a few years ago there were 4 of us left alive. I have no idea what happened to the other 3, past 3 years or so we lost track of each other. I know one hell of a lot of dead people. The secret to it all is to remember that your not one of the dead.
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I got in the bad habbit of making bad decisions for a few years. i guess I should be thankfull that all it took was 15 months of riding the bus to smarten me up for good.
