Reddit enjoys a good story as well as I do, so here goes:

We were just kids, I was 17 and we had gone over to Santa Cruz for the afternoon. There were five of us and I had scored a case of beer. Shit, we were all young, thin, and pretty inexperienced when it came to drinking so one case was sufficient. And indeed it was.

We are all drunk now, and I almost got laid that afternoon. Touched her pussy and wow ! I had touched a girls pussy.

But it's time to go and we are drunk.

I'll change names here because I probably ought to.

"Clyde", says I, "Can you drive?" "I've gotta drive, you and carol are together and Jimbo and Liz have got something going too."

Shit, he was pretty much correct in that sense.

"Don't fuck up Clyde". That was me speaking. My advice ya' know, knowing that we were all drunk.

His words were, "Don't worry, if I really fuck up I'll kill us all."

Yup, those were his words. Shoulda lit off some warning lights of some sorts, but no, we got in the car and drove.

Well, the other dude was in the back seat and making fast time with his babe. I was in the front seat finger banging the girl I was with. Clyde, for his part, was our drunken driver and he knew sexual shit was happening in all areas of the car. So he looks down to see me fingering this young babe on a crowded two lane artery going across the Santa Cruz mountains and he is distracted for too long and we have a horrific car accident. Five cars.

We spun and took out a lot of cars around us. It was slow motion time. It's true when people speak of that, everything really does go slow motion.

Ah fuck yeah we fucked up. A major crash on a very congested highway.

Gratefully no one was killed. We did fuck up the guys' chest that we hit head on as everything was finally slowing down, but no one died.

Yes, We all danced with Death that afternoon.