Bartending in the family owned bar came with many many nights of driving home much too drunk. It was like you were fine until you set the alarm and locked the door then just nothing......... One night I was driving my 1977 T-Bird and It was going thump thump smooth thump thump about 5 times and I thought I had a couple of flat tires so I stopped and got out. It turned out I was driving on the island divider with two wheels and the thump thump was dropping off the island at left turn lanes and then back up on the next stretch of island. I dont remember getting home.I remember this moment, in this Dodge Stratus I had, where I look over at my buddy Ben, and he's just fucking MOWING down on this pizza in the passenger seat, and I'm eating a pizza too it looks like, and we have a bottle of jagermeister between us, and we're on this country road about a mile from my parents acreage, when we started the night about 37 miles away. I look at him and go "hey, how did we get here?" He replies "you drove." I reply "how'd we get these pizzas?" He replies "you bought them at the gas station for us."stupid kid shit.
I'm autistic and I have brain damage. And I have to figure out how to live with this malfunctioning brain because the damage is still quite new. All the excuses a girl needs for being miserable. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
