Let me first say, thank God no one got hurt.

I'm beating myself up over this. I've driven home after having a drink or two before. It's not that big of a deal.

But last night. I went to a friend's bachelor party and had more to drink that I can even remember. I hadn't planned to, but everyone was there getting hyped up and we started having chugging contests and it just all went downhill. I knew I was seriously messed up. I couldn't stand up very well and I was hardly able to talk. How in the hell anyone let me get in the car I have no idea.

Anyway, I got in the car and started driving off. I was trying my best to focus, but everything was blurry and I was seeing double. It took everything I had to keep in my lane. The lines on the road seemed to be moving away from me.

I made a turn onto a busy highway, into the oncoming lane. Oh, my God. I'm that guy. I'm the guy that turns into the wrong lane, hitting someone head on, killing a family of five and everyone reads about it in the paper and says, "How on earth can someone do something like that?" I don't even know how I got into the wrong lane or how I ended up getting out, but I remember making the turn and immediately seeing traffic heading straight toward me. How in the world I didn't get pulled over is nothing short of a miracle. I was doing everything wrong.

Well, fortunately no one was hurt and I made it home. I've never had the shit scared out of me like that in my life. This is a lesson learned. Never, ever again will I drink and drive.