Drink, Drive and Die

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33158
United States
25° 38' 19.6368" N, 80° 18' 26.5788" W

"Wanna try?" my friend, Megan, asked me, in a slurred voice.

She handed me her drink and before I could answer, she ran over to her friend's Rolls- Royce.

I was still sitting on the steps when she left, considering my answer very carefully

and I remembered Megan's staunch breath every time she barfed on me.

I finally made a decision and, trust me, it was the right one.

Because the next day, I watched the news and saw a picture of Megan in the car that had spun.

It was then that I realized…

Why do people risk their lives for such a ridiculous thing, a drink?

They obviously don't think,

Don't think about the consequences, don't think about anything.

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