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September 15, 2004
Good Luck Bad Luck
I wanted to talk about his bad luck. The first time he got stopped...er, cited, he ran into the median of the road, just barely missing a police car in front of him. A marked, uniformed, on-duty police officer. Guess who wrote the ticket?
The second DUI occurred after a collision that my friend caused right in front of the Fort Lauderdale Police Station. The report read, “Officers heard a crash and walked to the scene...”
I’m going to admit it here, in front of everyone. I drove intoxicated. I drove really intoxicated. From the age of 17 until I was 34 years old, (minus a couple of years in my twenties), there were moments that I really should not have been behind the wheel of my car and on the road. But I somehow survived, as did anyone driving, cycling or walking nearby. Just lucky I guess.
In all honestly, I probably only drove intoxicated about three or four times a year. And saying that my friend was unlucky is probably not necessarily accurate either, because he was a regular on the road. And if you look at it another way, his luck might have been good, too. He is still alive, and, (as far as I know) he hasn’t killed or harmed anyone with his driving. And the rest of us are lucky that he’s clean today, and not behind the wheel of his vehicle.
Maybe I was a better driver under the influence. I’ve gotten a number of traffic violations in my life, and not one of them while I was using drugs (including alcohol). It could be that my fear of getting stopped caused me to be a tad bit more careful on the road. I never drank so much that I blacked out, so I do have one memory of driving up Powerline Road, every effort made trying to control my vehicle, and thinking “What the hell am I doing out here, driving? Somebody could get hurt?”
Heck, forget about my friend—Thank G-d I’m clean today!
Image by Peter Kuper and used completely without permission
Posted by Bastique at September 15, 2004 11:48 PM