The Truth About Drunk Driving

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He never heard my anguished cry of warning. I realized too late the terrible danger he was in and shouted out as loud as I could, but to no avail. It came at the end of the worst day of my life.

I admit it. I’d been drinking – I’d been drinking a lot. I’d emptied a whole bottle of Jack and I was pretty wobbly by the time I arrived at the scene of the accident-about-to-be.

It was all her fault. If she hadn’t served me with divorce papers I’d have stayed sober. I blame that man’s tragedy on her.

I was drunk and mad, but I was determined though to have as normal a day as possible. It just didn’t work out like I planned.

That poor guy. Massive head trauma, the doctor told the cops who told me just now. I yelled. I tried to warn him. I did. I did.

I didn’t think I hit the ball that hard but it went down that fairway like a white round nippled bullet.

I hollered “Fore!” too late.

The ball bounced off his head and killed him.

It’s true what they say about drinking and driving.

No need for cuffs now.

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Comments (3 so far!)

  1. Avatar Wednesday [PJ] ((LoA))

    This reminds me of an Owl City lyric:
    Golf and alcohol don’t mix and that’s why I don’t drink and drive / Because good grief I’d knock out my teeth and have to kiss my smile goodbye

    I love the first person narrative. You can hear the narrator’s desperation. Trying to pin the blame on anyone and everyone.

  2. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    Nice job with the vagueness seeming more like an attempt at self-delusion and avoidance of facing guilt on the part of your protagonist. You totally set me up for the punny twist at the end, so kudos.

  3. Avatar Sir Bic

    Bob, you got me with this one. Reminds me of a time when on the driving range the club slipped from my hand. As it flipped high in the air, I yelled “FOUR-iorn!” Thankfully, no one was injured.

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