When I turned 18.
As I left the house that night I heard on the car radio that Lady D had been killed in a car accident. Then, right before I get to town, this guy jumps in the middle of the highway and flags me down. I pull over the car, some friends are in the back. It turns out this guy had just crashed his own car into a busstop and his girlfriend was layong bloody on the floor somewhere. We call an abulance and help them out.
I was going to throw a party that night with some friends, but these friends had somehow split up at 2 different houses, and so I had to choose one (Note that I believe that if I had chosen the other house things might have turned out better). So I left an entire house full of people waiting. Of course I called and shit, but they were obvioulsy very pissed.
After partying for a while we decided to hit the bars. At the first place we go to a few of my friends get into a fight with some other assholes. Pretty big fight, 4 on 4 or something. I remember someone got a poolstick cracked over their head. It was fucked up.
And to top it all off I had taken some really bad acid that night.
