The Drunk Driver

by good2begone

The answer to my wife’s frantic screaming bold faced type reply to my informative text is simple.

Our mid 30’s divorced neighbor had passed out in his parents yard after drinking two 18 packs with his father.

His parents left him there and went to a bar to watch their friends band play.

He woke up.

Walked home.

Drank a few more beers.

And decided that he needed to go see the band play as well.


He forgot to drive his truck from his parents house…because he was drunk….so he walked home.


Instead of walking back to get his truck and possibly getting lost on the way or getting a DUI if he made it….

He decided to walk across the street and ask if I would take him…to a bar…to watch a band….and to get more drunk….again.

How could I say no to that??

You want to know how I know that my representation of the events that led to me driving the drunk neighbor to the bar were accurate and not falsified in any way shape or form.

Because that’s the story the drunk neighbor told me on the way to the bar.

Not once…

Not twice…

But thrice.

Uggh…..times 3.