It is always interesting to read about drunkenness and cars - it inspires
an amazing combination of connectivity to something else in the world and
At the same time, a couple of hundred horses under the cap in this world.
Interesting is the combination. I remember the dawn of the nineties.
My then wife, took our family buick and left.
to ventilate the accumulated family frustration Drived not long - saw the bar
on the marine (the case was on Long Island in the town of Sag Harbor) and not for long
thinking parked my iron horse and jumped up to the bartender with a request
Give me a glass of vodka – well to stress from clarifying the relationship
to remove. The bartender turned out to be an Australian and was extremely surprised how sad I was.
The glass broke. Well, word for word, I asked, and all the Russians
I drink, or I’m so special. I encouraged her and said
They drink so much and I'll show her now how the Russians drink - I ordered more.
The glass. And then more. Well, my heart was relieved, the bartender I stuck on.
Tomorrow and with a quiet soul returned to his native "Buyik" not a good thing.
Just to get home. The car did not fail, it went off.
half-turn and pushed me through my native Sag Harbor home to the sweet. I am
Inside myself, of course, I realized that it was not in my condition to drive,
So I tried to go as carefully as possible so that God would not let me go.
to catch the footsteps of the caves in Sag Harbor and throughout the rest of America.
visible and invisible. But apparently overworked – probably too slowly.
I was driving and when I heard a syrene and a flash from behind, I realized that I was hit.
full of. and stopped. Cop approached, asked for rights, registration. and then
He asked me to get out of the car and take an alcohol test. What a test –
Even a blind policeman without a sense of smell would immediately realize that I was not.
Without the help of the car, I can’t even stand normally – it messes.
The policeman was friendly. He says, tell me what it is.
Are you so upset? Well, I told him all the truth-mother to say with my beloved.
I went to the mountain to pour vodka. Cope felt to me and said that with
After two months of divorce, he understood. Then he asks
Do you know what it is like to drive drunk? well
Approximately I know, I missed. Okay, said the cop. Let us do
Yes is. I understand why you drank. I am alone every night after the divorce.
He did the same. Always raise your right hand and swear that you will never
You won’t be driving after drinking, and I’ll take you.
I let go. I rejoiced untoldly, raised my right fist and broke,
I swear that I will never drive drunk again. after
This cop gave me the documents, made sure that the car I closed - to home
I walked for two minutes and... accused. The next day I laughed –
How easily I got away. Here is luck. Then I realized that it wasn’t all that simple.
The next time I had to drink and drive the car, I suddenly remembered.
I swear that I did not go. The same situation was again. and here
It’s been 20 years since then, and I still don’t take that oath.
I can’t, I can’t and that’s all. I don’t know why, no matter what I am.
I will not touch the car, probably because I swear that I am drunk.
I gave and in the form of drunk I remember her very well - well, I can't get her.
to break, even if you are shaken.