PO Box 1980

During my drinking years, I drove drunk many times, even in blackouts, without getting a DWI. This built up a false sense that I could handle any driving situation. One Sunday afternoon, I was cruising down the main street, bombed out of my skull. The traffic stopped for a red light, I whammed into the back of a car. I thickly mumbled unsatisfactory answers to the cops, who gave me a ride to the station.