and at 22, I was a lying loser with countless shortcomings. In fact, I should have just gone to meet her when she actually wanted us to meet in person. What a waste I’d made of that chance. I’d intended to sleep until the alcohol was out of my system, but I changed my mind. I drove out of the parking lot, foot hard against the accelerator, making my old, second-hand car shriek in pain. I was driving drunk. I knew it was against the law, but the pouring rain numbed me. I felt like in a storm like this, you couldn’t hold a few wrongful acts against someone.