Unmanageable

My car was backed into by a pizza delivery truck as I was rushing through a parking lot on my way to meet a friend for brunch—late as usual. The young man driving didn’t have a license or insurance, only a state issued ID. I didn’t call the police because, though it was only 11:30 a.m., I was already quite drunk. This was usual for me, daytime drinking and driving and having to drink to prepare for every occasion. I turned over my insurance information and carried on with my meetup, leaving my damaged vehicle in the parking lot without a real care of the consequences.