#keystonechronicles

I woke up with my head on the passenger side door.

"Ma'am where you wearing your seatbelt?" an EMT asked me through the window.

"Yeah. I'm ok. I'm just gonna go home." I said sitting up and scooting over to the drivers seat. It took me several trues to sit up.

I saw the airbag deployed and was so drunk I tried to push it back into the steering wheel. I also didn't register the blood was from me.

It was at that point I looked up.

My truck had hit a huge pine tree. That was when I blacked out again.

The next thing I remember was a brief minute in the ambulance when I told the EMT that I was going to "Beat the life out of him" if he stuck his hands under my shirt again.

Between the hospital and jail it was a blur. Xrays, blood samples for alcohol, my urine showed .36 bac. Waffles at 6am served by a trusty but I didn't even try to eat. I could barely move my jaw at all.

I was still bleeding when I went to see the judge that morning for my bond hearing. He looked up after reading me some bullshit and stopped suddenly.

"You where in a wreak?" It was a question and a statement.

I nodded my head and mumbled the best yes I could. I could barely talk.

Two days later I finally realized how bad I had wreaked.

I had bent the steering column when my truck hit the tree... That's why my chest still hurt me to breathe or move.

I had cracked my windshield with my head... That was the reason I had a huge bump on my head and terrible headaches.

Another memory came back to me: I woke up with my face on my dash and pressure from my steering wheel in my lower chest that was holding me up there. My truck was still revving and I looked around dazed and saw the tree. I crawled over to the passenger side to crawl out but never made it, I passed back out.

My brother in law who is a cop said the only reason I'm alive is because I was limp and passed out when I hit. I was so drunk I didn't know what was happening.

Despite what I told the EMT and Trooper who arrested me... there's was no way I was wearing my seatbelt.

I fucked my whole life with a two hour drinking session of Cruzan 151 Rum. The 8 drinks I had equalled 16 standards alcoholic beverages.

I was lucky to be alive.

Other than the soreness from the wreak, I showed no signs of a hangover.

This alcoholic can't drink anymore.

This is my true DWI Story

I spent the entire past two days with him. We honestly love each other and would give anything to be together, but we’re shitty people. He’s in a relationship and I know it.

I’ll still fuck him every chance I get.

We promised each other right after we first met that it was me and him angianst the world forever... and we damn sure live by it.

We’re both completely fucked up. We both have a slight problem with cocaine. We both have a major problem with Keystone.

We have each other though, and we always will.

I believe to understand me and the story I plan to tell you must be able to accept imperfection.

Accept the fact there will be wrong doings on the regular, people will have their hearts broken without any remorse, and one of the main characters will manipulate any and everyone.

I have chose to tell my story because I believe the world should be able to view the mind of an alcoholic, sociopath, manipulatir, and asshole.

Accept the fact that we all make mistake and while some are bigger than others we are still human.

My biggest fear is that writing this will be a mistake because people will be encouraged to act accordingly.