Isn't it funny how the littlest change in plans can have a big influence in your life or even how you think and feel. I was brought up in an area were drinking as always been a major part of life. In high school, there was nothing better to do in a small town, so when the weekend arrived you would grab your closest friends and head out to the back forty to party. Even after high school, what better way to spend your time then down at the bar socializing with your friends Bud and Bud Lite. But what happens after all this drinking? Just drive home, right? Home is only 5 minutes away, I can handle my alcohol, so why not. I was brought up were drinking and driving is expectable, so I never really thought anything about it till I got in a car with an intoxicated driver.
I had just gotten home from the fun filled opening night of Farm Fest that happens every year the weekend before Labor Day in Fountain City, Wisconsin. I changed into my pajamas and crawled straight into bed for I was totally exhausted and needed to get up in a couple of hours to go to work. Work was a motor paper route for the Winona Daily Newspaper at 2:00 in the morning. .
Just as I had fallen asleep Ryan, a friend of mine, came running into my bedroom, jumped on my bed and started yelling. "WAKE UP! Or you"re going to miss work!" I just laid there and replied, "Go away. I"m not going to miss work. I have an hour left to sleep." "No you don't, get up." He replied. He kept talking and going on and on about random stuff not leaving me allow for a second, which he always does when he has been drinking. To make him shut-up, I decided to just get up and go to work. Ryan insisted on going with me for he could drive faster then me which would mean I would get done with work that much sooner. Thinking he was totally out of his mind, I agreed just to stop his babbling and allowed him to come along for he didn't seem that drunk.