I had a hard time getting home tonight. The police pulled up to the side of the road with flashing red and blue. They asked me to walk a blurred line, stand on one foot when I had not legs and then touch my nose with eyes closed. Chaotic instructions delivered with challenges of immense difficulty. When I blew it was a relief until I registered a point zero two eight. The cops towed my car and impounded my soul even though I deserved worse. I hit a minivan that night with a five member family I reduced to three. Their cries are engraved in platinum on my memory. I still focus on those faces with unanswered pleas. A week later I made bail and was charged with murder in the first degree. My lawyer plead it down to a max of two to three. They said I behaved and repented so I served six months and after a long night I went home. The family plead not to release me to a blind judicial system but I said nothing though I quietly agreed. I want to be forgiven for that long drive home but I can't take back putting my hands on the wheel. Now I have to hit the road. I made a meeting with a river under a bridge tonight.
Revision time. I agree that the first one was a little too preachy.
Not to worry I have never killed anyone in a driving accident, knock on wood. I have a lot of disdain for drinking and driving though so I wrote this. No happy ending on this one boys and girls.