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We were galavanting about drinking and smoking most of the day at an abandoned industrial park. Trying to get my mind off someone. Buddy's an ex marine raised Mormon. Shouldn't have been driving.

Car smells like shit from clothes in the trunk retrieving a frisbee disc golf from a pond. His phone died, I refused to get a smart phone for the longest time, but can only view my flip phone at a tight angle (waiting on new one), and I'm getting directions to the place.

Out of nowhere BAM. Air bags deployed. We hit the wall of an advanced auto parts. My side is stuck up against it, and the only way out is to climb over the hood of the car, where I look up to find the neon lights of the venue we were searching for.

My friend is in shock. Retrieve his glasses and get him into passenger seat. Woman panicking asks if we're okay, "yeah we'll be alright", trying to make little interaction, though she's already on the phone. Get rid of weed and whiskey in bushes.

Manage to drive his beat to hell car with air bags deployed at about 25 mph tops. Make it to a park and ride, and try to get him to come to his senses, cause I'm ready to boogie for the woods. It's too late.

Flashing lights come quick. For some reason the police only take my friend, even though I explain my fault, and they almost do take me. I'm left sitting in the awful pond smelling, gun powder blowout car, with a barely working flip phone. Would've been a hell of a show though