My dad was a cop when I was growing up, and not a very good father, but that's beside the point. I lived in a town where having a cop dad was an unlimited get out of jail free card. Never really needed to use it though; things were generally lax in the town. I was pulled over one time when I was 17, 4 am Sunday morning. The state meet was the day before. I was hammered beyond belief. Blew a .26 (at 17 years old, behind the wheel). Didn't even see handcuffs. Got a ride home in the cruiser and the cop took my dad back to pick up the car. Besides a fairly significant ass-whipping, my dad didn't do anything to punish me. I still felt invincible.
My drunk driving and general alcoholism persisted as I matriculated to college. I was driving drunk every weekend, whether it was home from bars or out to get food at 2am. It was so ingrained in my head as normal, because I had done it time and time again in high school. It never fazed me.
I graduated college, still with no DUIs and no accidents and probably roughly 400 drunk times behind the wheel. I got a good job and I had a girlfriend who was smart and beautiful. I planned to marry her. One night we got into a huge fight. About what, I can't even remember. I was at her apartment and stormed out got in my car and drove away as fast as possible. Then I decided to drink, because I was an alcoholic.
I stopped at the nearest bar and pounded them back until I couldn't remember why my girlfriend and I had fought. But I was still angry. I drank until last call, stumbled out the door, and drove back to my girlfriend's place to finish the argument. She wouldn't answer the door, so I left. Sped home. I don't really remember the ride home. I just remember being furious and driving fast with the windows down.
I was on the main drag in my town, putting pedal to metal, when a car coming the other direction swerved over the double yellow and into my lane. I couldn't react quickly enough and slammed the passenger side front end of the car. My seat belt apparently malfunctioned and I slammed my head into the steering wheel, knocking me unconscious. The girl driving the other car was not wearing her seat belt and died almost immediately.
It turns out that the woman I killed was also drunk, but that didn't change anything in my eyes. Spent 46 months in prison and have yet to recover my life. I don't think I ever will. For a very long time, I wished it was me who died and her who lived.
This happened in the early 2000s. When I got out of prison I still drove drunk. I was actually trying to kill myself at that point. I didn't get sober until my mother begged me to while she laid on her death bed. I decided then and there that I would, and have been sober for 2 years and 5 months. But my life is still sh\it, and it's all my fault. Running is actually one of the few things in my life I view positively.
Don't drink and drive kids. You might think you're invincible, but one screw up will change everything.