The drive home sucked today. Besides losing my job, and only being able to afford cheap whiskey, traffic was terrible. Well it wasn't that bad besides the fact that I was pretty drunk by the time I got to the on ramp. I couldn't stop thinking about what I was going to tell my wife when I got home. Do I just come out and tell her about getting fired or try to butter her up a little first. I should probably just come out and tell her, I thought. The last time I tried to butter her up, she immediately began throwing pots and pans at me and whatnot before I could even complete a sentence!
Man the drivers out here are bad. While I was driving home, I couldn't understand how everyone I passed managed to be spinning out of control in my rear-view! Hmph, they must've drunk more than I did! Plus, there were like 5 or 6 patrol cars with lights and sirens blazing coming up fast behind me. I remember thinking I felt sorry for the guy they were after. I figured I better get out of their way so they could catch up to the guy they were chasing, so I switched lanes in front of a gas truck who started blaring his horn! I assumed it was a friendly gesture to the police officers to go ahead and pass because the coast was clear. I felt I needed another belt of whiskey so I looked down at the floorboards and reached for my bottle. By the time I grabbed my hooch and looked back up, the gas truck was in mid jackknife barely out of my line of vision! In my rear-view, I saw the fire, and all the patrol cars were wiping out in the ditch. I didn't stop because there wasn't much I'd be able to help with in that situation. Besides, the police were already there. I hope a couple managed to get through the wreck and catch their suspect. Crazy day I thought, then took a drink.
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