Pretty shitty stories to be honest but probably the worst of the bunch is when I was 22 years old:

I lived on an acreage with my parents and I had gone out with friends into the city downtown and hit a bunch of nightclubs. We drank all night and had fun, then went back to a friends place to party a bit longer. We did some cocaine and I got into a joke-fight with a friend and I ended up knocked out unconscious from a chokehold. We hung out until 5am and I eventually decided to go home and I was a total mess. Friends pleaded with me not to drive but I did anyways like a retard.

I was the only car on the rural road home when a cop car passed me going the other direction. I saw him U-Turn in the mirror so I pinned it and hoped I would lose him at my turn, but he caught up to me right away and pulled me over. I was beyond scared. I was in a 1988 oldsmobile Delta 88 and was getting a new car the next day so I was shitting a brick thinking how hard I fucked up. Chatted with the cop and said I'd had two drinks and then he went back to his car and let me sit there for 15 LONG minutes of sweating.

He came back and said "i think you've had a few more than the 2 beers you claim, but is this your address?" I said yeah and I was heading straight home and that I had been having a rough night and just wanted to go home. He made me promise I'd drive straight home and I was off without a ticket. When I got home I had such bad anxiety I could barely walk downstairs without my legs buckling and I was shaking like a spaz

I have changed my lifestyle drastically since then (5 years ago) and sometimes get anxiety thinking about the world of shit I could have been in more than a few times. For the record, I look and talk very clean cut so that probably had a good hand in my luck.