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Originally posted by Armed & Hammered
I always drive drunk. I have to...I'm usually too screwed up to walk. 
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I'll be sure to tell my aunt and uncle that after my cousin their daughter was killed by a drunk driver along with her 9 year old son and 6 month old baby who most of the family never got to see except lying in my cousin's arm in a fucking casket.
People who like to drive drunk should have had to attend that funeral.
Nothing like seeing a 9 year old little boy lying in a casket...skin color almost green head still swollen from the massive injuries.
And then to take a look at my cousin as she lied there in a white gown her jaws twice their size due to massive injuries...not to mention almost every bone in her body shattered on impact...she died instantly.
But not Kinsey...no 6 month old Kinsey survived in pain for 2 more hours as they air lifted her and her dad to Parkland Hospital...But there she lied in her confirmation dress in my cousin's arms...ever see a dead baby? Something you cannot get out of your head...somethign you wish to God you have never seen in your life.
And how about my cousin's husband...he survived the madness. How about what he went through lying there in the helicopter listening to his daughter crying...hoping that his wife and son would wake up only to know when the pilots started to referr to them in their special code that they were dead.
This guy's entire life he built up to that point was wiped clean as quickly as an eraser board...but guess what he gets to carry with him from here on out?
The guilt. Yes the guilt that he didn't avoid some dip shit dumb ass college girl who had too much to drink that night.
He believes it's all his fault....well we know the truth.