Ode To A Drunk Driver

A story played out all too often.

Night out on the town. We’re partying down. Too much to drink. No condition to think. I grab hold of the wheel.  Behind 2 tons of steel.  Lives ended and ruined. I’m under arrest. My friend’s in the morgue. I thought I knew best. -Brian Cuban ©2012

I am a recovering alcoholic and drug addict. Sober since April 8, 2007.

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