Once again you will never see the smallest bit of pity from me for you. You lost your license. Boo Hoo! You had to pay fines. Boo Hoo! You had to spend time in jail. Boo Hoo! You were just going to move the car. Boo Hoo they caught you. You only had to drive 5 miles home. Boo Hoo they caught you. You crashed head on into a vehicle on the highway. You didn’t have to attend the funeral, so Boo Hoo, feel sorry for yourself you piece of shit. This is going to stay clean and out of the pit. It means more not as a raving rant. The teen killed was one year into college and was sober and driving responsibly.
Don’t operate machinery or use sidearms if drunk, and stay out of the water.
No link. I’ve known the kid since he was about 1 year old, and worked with the family for over 13. Funeral tomorrow. The family is having a melt down right now.
Nearly the exact same thing happened a couple years ago, to a guy who would’ve been in my graduating high school class. He and the five others in his car were sober and driving responsibly – but some asshole, drunk enough to pee on the side of a McDonalds, gets into a car and BAM. Two teens dead.
It’s very hard not to insert the outrage that is most justly deserved, for the guy I knew and for the friend you knew as well. I just got home from a funeral myself, but I can’t imagine how paintful the loss of someone who had not yet lived their life to its fullest potential would be. I’m so sorry for your loss.
My next door neighbor up in MD lost first her husband (shot by her stepson!) but later her own son as well, hit and run at night as he walked along a road. So she’s all alone in her house now. And she’s one of the nicest people I know. It’s a little weird for me because I only knew the kid as a toddler but he died at 15.
But I’m not sure I get the quoted bit. Is this assnugget asking for pity? I can’t, in my wildest imagination, picture this fuckwit as feeling anything but suicidal right now. And rightly so.
