Probably does not belong here but whatever. i am still somewhat drunk and truthful and dumb and narcissistic beyond compare and have my priorities all wrong.
You will never know what “oh my god” feels like when you’re staring at the burning remains of you care in the aftermath of a single car accident where you lost control and subsequently hit your car onto a tree/telephone pole on the passenger side.
You will never know what lucky feels like when you walk away from the scene, in your dad’s car, shamefully aware that you are still a bit drunk. You will feel as if you really should have been arrested. You will feel even more like shit when you absolutely know that getting arrested would have been something you certainly deserved.
You is me.
The fact that I didn’t just stay at Huntington Street and crash at my friend’s house is one that will live with me for a long time. I am a fucking idiot.
Becky was never gonna happen anyway so I why I pursued her beautiful,tight, skinny blonde self is beyond me. I could have had her if I wanted to, if she and I had more time something could have had happened.
The last sentence is proof that there is something really wrong with me. I should be talking about how I am lucky to be alive, and how my subsequent drink and drive escapade was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done. Nope. Instead I am narcissisticly blabbering on about yet another failed night of potential sexual conquests resulting in me unsuccessfully calling 1-800-FREE-CHAT 8 times in a row to get of to some girl with a sexy voice who in reality weighs 390 pounds and has pot bellys on her vagina.
Perfect I am not. Far from it. But holy hell what transpired in the last 14 hours goes beyond just the simple “oops” and delves straight into the “what the fuck is wrong with you” territory.
My mom and aunt are away in Maryland for a high school reunion. When they come back, they will see me and not see my car and put 2 and 2 together and realize that something is up. They(meaning my mom) will ask questions. I will tell them everything. Subsequently, I will most likely be well and truly fucked for a long time.
They were wrong. My life did not flash before my eyes in the fleeting seconds before the crash. Probably because there was nothing worth remembering that could even flash.
I’m gonna be away for all of this for some time. Cheers.