I drank, I drove.... Fictional write.

All my friends always drive while being intoxicated, but I was raised to never do so. The one night I decided to drink and drive, it ended up costing someone else their whole life. What are the odds?

It all started when Kim and I broke up last Saturday. My closest friends were out of town so I decided to go to a local bar, Drinkzter. I've been there many times, but usually just accompanying my friend.

I consider myself to have been a pretty successful (younger) person. I'm 24, graduated with honors, and had a business degree to my name. Notice I say had.

I worked for a local business as an assistant director. It was never enough for Kim, though. She wanted me to propose, yet it had only been three years. I wanted to wait until I felt ready and she decided she had to leave and move on with her life...without me. I probably should have proposed to her..

The break up was pretty hard on me. I come from a small family of two parents and one sister. My family resides in another state, and I had come to Texas to explore and make some changes. I found Kim and made friends with people from work.

Usually, I never thought twice about getting into a car with my friends who were intoxicated. They had done this so many times that I never saw any risk after awhile. I just felt safe as long as I wasn't the person behind the wheel. (Really stupid.)

This all changed on Friday night when I was alone and had too many beers while venting to the bar tender. The same guy who always 'hooks up' my friends. I suppose I wasn't paying attention to exactly how many drinks I'd had, and I just remember feeling tired and wanting to go home.

I could've called a cab, but I didn't want to leave my car unattended over night. I kept thinking I'll just make it home and never repeat this. That would've been fine, except I didn't make it home. I woke up in a hospital. Strange people telling me I had fallen asleep at the wheel, lost control, oh and killed an innocent high schooler.

This is the same hospital I never paid attention to. I would casually pass it on my way to work each morning. It was Saturday and it was not at all as I planned. After finding out I was 'okay' and able to walk, I was told I needed to contact a lawyer. Great, I thought.

I didn't know who to call or where to even begin looking. I had no idea I had even killed anyone. I hear those commercials for attorneys millions of times, but now that I need one of course I cannot remember.

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My public defender was a piece of shit. I suppose I'm the bigger piece of shit, considering.

I've been in jail 5 months now, and I will not be getting out any time soon. I lost everything that night. I also cannot look that family who lost their sixteen year old daughter because of my bad choices. I will never be able to make this up to them, or myself. My family will not speak to me nor do I expect them to.

Everything I worked for was thrown away within seconds. I cannot blame Kim, the bar tender, or anyone else. This is my fault and it really is unfixable.

I stress the importance of decision making, guys. Those few hours of fun are not worth risking all this. You do not want to be where I am. I wish I could go back in time, but all I can really do now... is serve it.

-ssr

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