I did, once, when I was about 22. I had about 5 blocks to drive home, and if my car hadn’t been in danger of being towed if I’d left it where it was, I would have walked. It was maybe 3am, and I didn’t encounter another car.
I was scared shitless the whole time; my heart was in my throat. I drove really slow, which I’m sure would have clued in any cop I’d encountered to stop me. I’m really lucky I didn’t get caught.
I’ve never done it again.
FWIW, I was drunk; I wasn’t “just” buzzed, although I could stand up, and someone casually talking to me might not have known I was seriously drunk, because it doesn’t take a lot to get me drunk. I probably could not have passed a breathalyzer. What I did was unsafe and stupid, and I still get sweaty palms when I think about it, even though it was 27 years ago.
My only comfort is that I at least found it scary, and so I learned my lesson.
I get really scared when I read storied like the guy who killed several people, including children, and it apparently wasn’t typical behavior for him. I could have ruined my life, back when I was 22, and several other lives as well. I’m a fairly cynical person, but this still gets to me.