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I know. I know. **.
Get home at 330 am. He drove his friend's truck home, missed the turn. I Worried the entire way he was going to get pulled over again. Drunk and with no license. We were supposed to take a cab home, otherwise woulda made an excuse to go home so he wouldn't look bad. We can't afford this. I can't afford this. With his fines I might as well have stayed in Vancouver. Especially scary, we get home. He cracks us some beer and we go for a smoke. He buts his smoke out early. I go in and he's passed out on the bed. Literally 5 minutes after parking he's comatose. I seriously can't do this. I'm not some stupid teenager. And I'm going out with one. The bad kind. The ones who think they're invincible.
Is "he" dead yet? (please say yes)
It's cruel, but I can't help thinking that people who drive drunk wrap their car around a tree instead of killing someone else.