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I would like to hear some of your adventures that were induced by alcohol.
OK, I'll start... First off, I don't drink anymore... Been clean and sober many many years now. But, that has not always been the case.
I may live in San Francisco now, but I grew up in So-Cal... Long Beach to be exact. I was about 20 and woke up one morning something like 5 or so and was in the surf at Bolsa Chica beach. I was behind the wheel of a Corvette and didn't know how I got there. The tide was coming in and the waves were up to the windshield. The problem was... I didn't know who's Corvette it was nor how I ended up driving it into the surf. Since the sun was starting to come up, I decided it was time to get the hell outta there. I made my way up to PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) and started to walk north towards home. After about an hour, a car stopped to give me a ride... It was the Seal Beach Police. Here I was, 20 years old, drunk and soaking wet. They were kind enough to take me in and call my parents. Needless to say, my parents were none too happy to see me that morning. Thing is, the police never did connect a soaking wet me with a drowned Corvette just 4 miles or so away. I still wonder how I ended up with the Corvette and who owned it. Never did hear anything about the incident... except from my parents for being picked up by the police.
roadkill
Your turn... Let's hear about your adventures.
OK, I'll start... First off, I don't drink anymore... Been clean and sober many many years now. But, that has not always been the case.
I may live in San Francisco now, but I grew up in So-Cal... Long Beach to be exact. I was about 20 and woke up one morning something like 5 or so and was in the surf at Bolsa Chica beach. I was behind the wheel of a Corvette and didn't know how I got there. The tide was coming in and the waves were up to the windshield. The problem was... I didn't know who's Corvette it was nor how I ended up driving it into the surf. Since the sun was starting to come up, I decided it was time to get the hell outta there. I made my way up to PCH (Pacific Coast Highway) and started to walk north towards home. After about an hour, a car stopped to give me a ride... It was the Seal Beach Police. Here I was, 20 years old, drunk and soaking wet. They were kind enough to take me in and call my parents. Needless to say, my parents were none too happy to see me that morning. Thing is, the police never did connect a soaking wet me with a drowned Corvette just 4 miles or so away. I still wonder how I ended up with the Corvette and who owned it. Never did hear anything about the incident... except from my parents for being picked up by the police.
roadkill
Your turn... Let's hear about your adventures.