A drunk killed himself about 200yrds from my house 3 weeks ago. The road he was on is pretty long and strait and goes right past a High School. I like the road because it has a good reputation for killing off the bottom of the gene pool. The road makes a fast 80* turn and there is a house that if you kept going strait through you would hit. So they put two massive boulders, about 6 ft high and 8 ft wide each infront of the house. Well, he naild them at about 60mph, strait through the turn, no skid marks.
At first I was happy that he had off'ed himself and did nothing more that tear up a little grass. Then I realized that if I had stayed late at school that night, I could have been coming around that corner when he did. I would have been smushed between him and those rocks.
Why the fuck do people feel the need to drive when your that fucked up. Its not like you don't know it, as soon as you stand up from the bar your legs feel like jello. They will call their friends, rag at them cause they are having a good time, and tell them how fucked up they are. Then they just get in the car and go.