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Wednesday, October 8, 2014

26 years later--i still hate drunk drivers

26 years ago this month, a drunk driver killed my best friend. It was 3 in the afternoon, we were riding motorcycles in Malibu, with friends visiting us from Philadelphia on the bikes. 3 in the afternoon. Sunny day. We were not racing, speeding or screwing around, just cruising down Kanan Dume road at 3 in the afternoon when an idiot felt he could drive--drunk off his ass.

The day before the drunk driver thought he was able to drive

He lost control of his pickup truck and spun sideways in a turn, straightening out in our lane, hitting Scott head on, killing him pretty much instantly. Poor Dayna, on the back of his bike went flying and thankfully landed in a tree, and though severely injured, made it through the surgeries and ended up making a full recovery and living a healthy life. Scott, my best friend, died because of a drunk driver. period. No soft way to say it. Some asshat decided he could drive drunk and he killed my best friend.

So, the next time you feel inclined to drive drunk, high or for that matter text and drive, think about this, 26 years ago i watched my best friend bleed to death right in front of me because someone that thought they could drive drunk was wrong.