marinerevenge
TD Member
My friend died in a drunken car accident sunday at 2 in the morning.
3 hours before that i was playing beer pong with him and my other friends. I drive home to meet my friend derek and i have a bunch of beer with me.
My parents are not home so we head down into my apartment and we are having a blast, drinking beer and listening to some punk music.
About 12:30 my girl calls and i'm not supposed to be drinking anyways, she doesn't like it so i'm supposed to stop drinking according to her.
Anyways, so we talk on the phone and i really really love this girl i've known her for 6 years and we've always had a thing for each other so we started dating recently, so i start to feel bad about lying to her and i've been drinking on an empty stomach and i've had way too many shots.
I break down and tell her and she gets pissed at me, goes off the handle and blah blah blah. The night ended in sobs and drunk hugs with my best friend.
The next day im hungover as fuck and i don't remember much of anything from the night before. I try to call Joe (the guy who died) to thank him for the awesome party and he doesn't pick up, his phone is off.
I stay home to recover and get ready for school. I go to school and its a fairly normal day, i hear rumors from some of my other friends that something happened to joe sunday morning and i couldn't get ahold of him so i started to worry.
I made a few calls and the end conclusion was this, He was killed in a car accident because the girl who was driving him around was smashed, they miss a turn fly over a hill in the grass, flip into a ditch and the girl ends up in the hospital, and joe ends up dead.
So between my girl and my friend's death, i have decided to quit drinking.
Life sucks, hard.
Edit : The last thing i said to joe was "hey man, care if i take a few beers home for me and derek?" and he says "he'll yeah man take whatever you want! i'll see you next time buddy!"
I guess there won't be a next time. I'm gonna miss you joe.
3 hours before that i was playing beer pong with him and my other friends. I drive home to meet my friend derek and i have a bunch of beer with me.
My parents are not home so we head down into my apartment and we are having a blast, drinking beer and listening to some punk music.
About 12:30 my girl calls and i'm not supposed to be drinking anyways, she doesn't like it so i'm supposed to stop drinking according to her.
Anyways, so we talk on the phone and i really really love this girl i've known her for 6 years and we've always had a thing for each other so we started dating recently, so i start to feel bad about lying to her and i've been drinking on an empty stomach and i've had way too many shots.
I break down and tell her and she gets pissed at me, goes off the handle and blah blah blah. The night ended in sobs and drunk hugs with my best friend.
The next day im hungover as fuck and i don't remember much of anything from the night before. I try to call Joe (the guy who died) to thank him for the awesome party and he doesn't pick up, his phone is off.
I stay home to recover and get ready for school. I go to school and its a fairly normal day, i hear rumors from some of my other friends that something happened to joe sunday morning and i couldn't get ahold of him so i started to worry.
I made a few calls and the end conclusion was this, He was killed in a car accident because the girl who was driving him around was smashed, they miss a turn fly over a hill in the grass, flip into a ditch and the girl ends up in the hospital, and joe ends up dead.
So between my girl and my friend's death, i have decided to quit drinking.
Life sucks, hard.
Edit : The last thing i said to joe was "hey man, care if i take a few beers home for me and derek?" and he says "he'll yeah man take whatever you want! i'll see you next time buddy!"
I guess there won't be a next time. I'm gonna miss you joe.
