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When I was a kid I had an older friend that worked at Long John Silvers a fish and chips place that also sold beer. I took the bus and met him there as he was closing up at night and I had half a glass of beer , he had a full glass. I was wasted. We got in his car and he started driving, then I realized he was driving on the wrong side of the road. It took some effort to convince him of this, then he finally got it and swtched to the right lane. That experience scared the FUCK out of me and I've never driven after drinking. Ever. I don't drive after smoking pot either (on the rare occasions I do). That close call at that young age permanently etched in my brain that I could die if I drove drunk.
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