When I was around 13 I found myself in a vehicle with a gentleman with a serious drinking problem. This particular day he was far past intoxicated into stumbling drunk. At one point he did ask me to drive. However, having never driven anything more than a bicycle up until that point and being scared to death I unwisely declined. In retrospect taking the keys away from him and being stranded would have been the better option.
Shortly thereafter I found myself an observer in a game chicken at 70 miles per hour. From comments spewing from this individual’s mouth, I do not think staying alive was high on his list of priorities. Someone once said that God watches out for fools and drunks, and there was a double dose going on that day. No one was injured, no accident ensued, and the destination was arrived at.
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