I don't know who the hell gave you permission to take to the streets with alcohol ruling over your body. I want to know what you the right to get into your car and drive. You know the laws that govern what will happen if you get caught. You know the dangers of being behind the wheel with your blood thick with the devil's brew. So was this your first time, you know driving drunk?
Was this the first time that you decided that you're better than all of us? Is this first time that you decided to let your drunken ass make your decisions for you. If I'm right then the answer is "NO!" it's just the first, second, or hey maybe even the third time that you've been caught. More than likely, it's the first time that you had to ask someone "Where did you come from?" asshole. You got into the car, you turned the key, and you pushed the gas. No one twisted your hand to those drinks. No one forced you at gun point to get into your car, but then again you didn't call a cab. No one made you do this, asshole! Yeah I like that name don't you.
If the name fits own it! But more importantly, you did it. You took away my brother's toes. To make it worse, you can't even give them back. You can't give back the hours of missed work, though I think you should be paying him for hours missed. My brother would still be working; he would still would have the use of his legs. (No guys he's not paralyzed see this link http://shadowvoid.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/07/brother-was-hit.html ) Asshole! You did because you just had to have those drinks. I don't ever want you to forget that that 4:15 am wakeup call that you had out on the highway. In fact, I want every single god dam drunk driver to remember the they hit someone. I hope you suffered the world's worst hang over. I hope Justice thrusts her sword and that you serve your time without the chance of time off for fucking good behavior.
My mind bounces between hate and sorrow on your behalf. Yeah right now, I hate you and you're going to be on my mind for a very long time. I made mention above that I don't want you to forget. I hope on some level that you feel remorse but knowing what booze does to your brain, I wonder if you can remember what you did. OH but I hope you do. I hope it weighs on your soul! Knowing that you're the cause of my brothers 4 hours of surgery, the cause of my brother's broken legs, and the cause of my brother's toes being gone. You want the effect of all of your stupid, selfish and (pardon the use of this word) but the retarded, yes I said it retarded decision. The effect of your pathetic action is that know my brother won't work more than likely for the rest of the year. I hope if you don't feel guilt that all of this haunts you.
I'm not one to hold on to hate, but until he's home and able to walk, I'm going to hold on to a scrape of the emotion that went into writing this. I hope you're sitting there with tears streaming down your fuckin face in fear. I hope you're sitting there wondering what's next. Yeah, I feel sorrow like I mentioned above. I feel sorrow for those people who love you. I feel sorrow for the wife, the girlfriend, and your kids who have to deal with your drinking. Who have the face the future in the sort of the same way that you do. Right now, they have to suffer too because of your stupid and weak moment. Your family deserves more from you. It's funny but I suppose that they'll continue loving you, which I suppose is okay but isn't that what family does. At least you can take that with you when you're facing Justice's balance in the courts. By the way, have a pleasant day!
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