I posted this before but it applies still.
My best friend and I took my dad's car (with his permission, nothing fancy, and older Infiniti SUV) down to a meet a bunch of friends to go bar hopping. At the time, we were both 20, he was about 2 weeks from turning 21 and we both had fake IDs. Drinks were had, and overall the night was turning out to be enjoyable. We go to this one shady bar because drink specials. One of my friends (girl) left her drink sitting at the bar when she went to the bathroom, a big no-no. None of us were really paying attention and that point, and someone must have slipped a drug in there, because she gets beyond sloppy. This wasn't one of those situations where someone drinks too much and they claimed they were drugged, this girl could drink anyone here under the table, and that was only her second drink at that point. She starts vomming errrwhere and at that point we realize we should probably get her home. So began a fucking hour ordeal. In the process of our bar hopping we had ended up about a mile and a half away from the car she needed to be in. HAVE YOU EVER TRIED TO GET A DRUGGED GIRL SOMEWHERE A MILE AWAY? It's physically impossible. We took turns carrying her, holding her, stopping to let her puke, etc. Finally, we arrive to her car. We lay her down in the backseat, and as we're about to close the door she sits up and screams, "I HAVE TO PEE" while simultaneously bolting out of the car at record speed. She takes off sprinting down the parking deck ramp. Now, for some ungodly reason, there is a small ditch at the bottom of the ramp. Car tires could roll over it, but a foot easily fits in it. Massive safety hazard, whatever, this is ghetto Atlanta we're talking about. Anyways, her foot plants firmly in it, and she throttles her face right into a curb. Knocked out two teeth, bloody face, the works. Takes it like an absolute champ though, gets up and slurrs that she is fine and starts the walk back up towards the car. Get her into it, she falls asleep, and the car group takes off, leaving my best friend and I to walk back to our car.
THIS IS WHERE THE NIGHT GETS INTERESTING.
At this point, we were both extremely sober from a long trek of drugged girl, which consumed nearly two hours of time. It's around 1:30 AM, and we have about an hour drive back to my friend's house to drop him off, and then another 30 minute drive to mine. We get in my dad's car and start driving. Of course, like an asshole, he's asleep within 5 minutes, leaving me alone and tired on a long drive home. About 15 minutes from his house I can barely keep my eyes open anymore, and of course he lives in a winding mountain-y area. I wake him up and tell him "Hey, I still have another 30 minute drive AFTER I drop you off, (I couldn't sleep at his house because I had work the next day or something) so can you at least drive the last 15 minutes to your house so I can take a little nap?" He agrees and we switch places. I'm asleep within 60 seconds.
LITERALLY 10 MINUTES LATER I'M AWOKEN BY MY HEAD HITTING THE ROOF OF THE CAR. We're running off the road. I vividly remember saying "WHAT'S HAPPENING?" to which he replied "WE'RE CRASHING." (lol) We finally come to a rest on a side street somehow, and my dad's car is toast from hitting multiple curbs, rocks and a store sign. We get out and assess the damage. He tries to convince me to leave and get the car in the morning BUT I CAN'T LEAVE MY DAD'S TOTALED CAR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROAD. As we're debating this, two cops pass us. Shit. They get out and ask what happened. "Blah blah, he fell asleep, no big deal, we just need a tow for the night." Cops are cool and call a tow truck for us. SO, quick side story. One of my dad's friends brews his own beer. My dad drinks these tall Dutch beers, so he always drank them, cleaned the bottles out, and gave them to his friend to use as bottles for his beer. My dad had planned on delivering a box of the bottles to his friend the next day, so he had around 15 empty beer bottles in the back of the SUV. Sigh.
I watch in what seems like slow motion the cop shine his light into the back of the SUV, seeing the beer bottles. "Can you open the trunk?" he asks. Well, we're screwed. I do, and upon seeing the bottles, he immediately separates my friend and I, questioning us about the night. My friend blows a 0.021, which is absolutely nothing, however he's only 20, so he's effed. I watch him get handcuffed behind his back, and put in one of the cop cars. My phone buzzes, and I see it's a text from him saying "lol :(". Apparently, he wriggled his phone out of his pocket and texted me off the reflection of the cop seat, which is hilarious now. Anyways, he got a DUI, I got an Obstruction of Justice charge and a night in jail for lying to the cops (which was later dropped, aw yiss) and we had to buy my dad a new car. Absolutely awful night.
tl;dr- didn't get drunk, got arrested, totaled a car, and should be dead.
