A Lessoned Learned the Hard Way

passim my high work career I was dependent on my parents and friends for a fool to school and it was a little em interdictrassing. I couldnt wait to live my offset printing car. I was nineteen a college muliebrity with a steady job, and it was finally while for me to get the car I deserved. later a couple of very free paychecks and a lot of penny pinching, I was ready to cook the lots and get some test driving chthonian my belt. After a few torturous days of financing, c ruborit approvals and signing dashed lines, I was the happy owner of a innovative shiny, blue Nissan Altima coupe.Although my car was conjectural to be used for work and school, new(prenominal) plans came showtime. I immediately had fun in mind Driving was my new front-runner thing to do even when thither was nowhere to go, there was somewhere to go. postulate a ride? I was there. treasu trigger-happy to go come in? Id be there in a heartbeat. It was Starbucks every night during the week with my girlfriends, and the without end club nights during the weekend. When I was behind the vagabond I felt like fixedness racer. The windows defiantly had to be ingest with the sunroof open because I al matchless loved the wind hitting my font and vagabonding my hair sustain.Everyone new I was approaching a mile away with cypher merely Britney Spears blasting out of my speakers. Although I should have focused on school and work, having a new car to move adventure me where I wanted only do me carefree. Little did I know I was writing my own recipe for hap? I had started hanging out with acquaintances that like partying more, and one of my party friends Karla invited me to a turn back and grill called fly N sound on a Tuesday night. When I arrived a good friend of mine was play that night in his band, Holly Madison.It was open bar for the band and their friends, including me. A good condemnation was all I had planned for and I saw no h offshoot in having a drink or two , except shortly thereafter it led to a shot or two or three. I had no idea what I was drinking that I drank it. beingness that Im not a plentiful drinker, the alcohol hit me, and it hit me bad. I thought Id be okay since I went family unit after work and had a big dinner with my family. As I sit downward at the bar with my friends I belatedly felt a burning brain in my stomach and my body calmness was basically loosey gossey. People started o get that I was feeling tipsy when I began slurring my words.Oh man, I couldnt talk expert for the life of me I remember everyone salutary thinking it was the funniest thing they ever heard, and it in all likelihood was. In the middle of cracking up with everyone, the room slowly started to have a domino effect. It was and so when I agnise that I had way too much(prenominal) to drink. I was 200am and the bartender denote You dont have to go home, but you have to get the heck out of here I tried convince myself that I was oka y to drive, didnt feel out bye to anyone and walked to my car.As soon as I sat in the drivers lowlife I threw up chunks of chicken and red hot cheetos. I thought I felt better after threw up so I unexpended the Wings N Rings parking lot. I was so sure Id make it home since it was only one exit way from the bar. I delegate my car on cruise cook after I remaining so I wouldnt get pulled over for speeding. While I was on the superhighway I started feeling drowsy, my eyelids became heavy and I started bobble heading because I was doing zero point but steering. The next thing I new I was waking up to deployed airbags, blood running down my left shoulder and a burn on my forearm.The smell of gasoline do me simulacrum explosion and I opened the drivers room access without hesitation. I fell to the ground, looked around and couldnt believe what I had only if done. My new car was completely totaled downstairs the expressway. It wasnt the time to think it was a time to act. What the hell do I do now? I asked myself. I quickly pushed up with both my ordnance to get up from the floor when my left arm gave out. My arm was dislocated, but since I was so upset I popped it back in without thinking twice and didnt feel a thing.I walked to the bar gas station on the otherwise side of the expressway and asked if I washbowl use the phone. She handed me the phone and the first person I called was my mom that was just three blocks away. She answered in a stuporous voice I told her what had happened and she hung up stimulate for my life. I had just made the biggest break of my young life and watchd crying. Instead of staying dedicate I walked back to the scene of the stroking and while I was crossing back I saw flashing red and blue lights heading my way.A jurisprudence car pulled up next to me down the stairs the expressway and asked, Where are you heading drop off? I gave him a blank stare back and said nothing. He then noticed the mascara running down my administration from crying and the blood on my arm and figured I was involved in the car wreck up the pass. I noticed my moms truck on the other side of the road and ran to her. I had neer seen her so upset. She yelled Que chingados estabas haciendo mija? meaning what the hell have you been doing young woman? My answer to her was I fell slumberous mom Im somber as tears came flowing down my cheek.It was at this time that the officer made his way over to me ask me to blow into a gadget I had never seen before, that just so happened to be a breathalyzer. As soon as he told me what it was I pretended to blow as hard as I could, but blew down so it wouldnt go straight into the breathalyzer. I never in my right mind thought this would work, but the officer was fooled and thought the breathalyzer wasnt functioning right. Right after that he asked me if I had been drinking and I told him I hadnt. He read me my rights, handcuffed me and put me in the back seat of the police car. Everything was so surreal.