When I was 16 ( about 15 years ago) I 'woke up' pushing a truck down a country road with a friend. I had no damn idea where I was or what I was doing I was so wasted. Whos truck is this?where am i ? Then blackness again. Then we were driving it. Apparently it had overheated due to our nascar style driving and we had to give it a chance to cool now and again and push it. Then more blackness. 'Woke up' walking away from the truck that was now in a ditch useless.
We walked the rest of the way into town slipping in and out of blackouts all the way.
When I woke up and gathered scraps of memories to piece together I called my friend to try to figure it all out. We couldnt put it all together and didnt even know whos truck it was. So I called my mom, got her to get a lawyer together, and we went to the police station to see if I needed to answer to anything.
Did I steal a truck? Did I hurt anyone? Was there any accidents or hit and runs?
I was so fucking scared I had taken a life or put someone in the hospital that I cried all the way there. Some of you may have read in other threads why this fear hit home for me. I didnt care if I got shit for stealing a vehicle as long as they could tell me I didnt harm another person.
It turned out we did steal the truck and went on a wild drive while completely wasted out of our minds. We didnt hurt anyone thankfully. I can only assume we just never came across another vehicle to hit.
Never again. That scare was enough for me to wake up.
I wont ever drink and drive or allow anyone else to. And if I see a dd I call it in right away.
Im lucky, fortunate, whatever you may call it. I wasnt ready to gamble that again.