Originally Posted by
DrivenMind
Boy did you pick the wrong place to post this thread. Fuck you dude. You are a low life, arrogant piece of shit. How hard is it to sleep in your fucking car man? You ought to be fucking ashamed of yourself, not bragging on the Internet like a god damned shameless, childish moron.
That is an absolutely fucking ridiculous B.A.C to be driving all the god damned way from Athens with. I can understand having a beer, maybe two and having to drive home after 30 minutes or an hour, but that kind of shit is inexcusable. I have a aunt who was killed by a drunk driver, and a dad I never got to see again because he decided he could make it home from the bar on a motorcycle. You want some gruesome details? Maybe I can just fractionally fuck up your night, the way you might have your own, your families, or worse someone who had nothing to do with it.
You know the guy earlier said he saw first hand what happened at DUI accident sites. I went to my dads crash site about an hour or two after he died, because I couldn't believe I wasn't going to see my father, my favorite fucking person in the world again. What I saw fucked my life up forever. After he died at the scene they couldn't clean the massive blood stain up because so much of it had already soaked into the concrete driveway. I spent hours walking the skid marks leading up to the crash, and crying in stain on the driveway where the paramedics tried to save him. I saw where the bike hit the curb, and where his helmet slammed into the guard rail. While feeling through the grass for pieces of his motorcycle. What I found tore me to pieces. In the grass about five feet from where he hit the guard rail, were the distinctive glasses my dad had worn almost my entire life, mangled, and so covered in blood that the grass, and dirt was sticking to them. Just past where Merritt road meets Allgood, you can still find a piece of his helmet stuck in the guard rail.
I want you to imagine that. Really try really hard. Imagine your 16 years old, and you love your father more than anything or anyone else in your life. Imagine you spent more time hanging out with your dad, than you did with your friends. Imaging doing everything with your father, working on cars with him, playing guitar with him almost every day for about six years, and having him be your fucking hero, and then seeing what I just described to you. Are you capable of that? Probably not. The best most people can do is swallow hard, look for something to distract themselves with, and try not to even imagine such a truly traumatizing experience, much less something as intense as I subjected myself too.
So fuck you bro. I'd gladly trade a couple hundred of you proud to be stupid, assholes if I could spend just ten minutes playing guitar my dad again.
I honestly can't imagine what that must have been like.
to OP as well. You have to be one hell of an idiot. Karmas a bitch, so I suggest you never do something so retarded ever again. Die in a fucking fire. I love my Dad, Mom, Stepmom, girlfriend, and my friends and don't want to see them killed by a fucktard like yourself.
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