Apple Blossom festival in Wenatchee, WA, May something, 1990. I'm cruising and talkin' to girls, then I decide to head over to my friends place in East Wenatchee. Because I, Mr. Dumfuck, haven't slept in 48 hours, I fell asleep and woke up wrapped around a telephone pole.
Injuries: None.
I cut the pole in half at the ground, and the engine was still running. I had to shut the damn thing off! They don't make Toyota Celicas like they used to. Somewhere in East Wenatchee there is a police evidence photo of me still seat-belted into the car before I opened the door and stepped out. I have the biggest, stupidest grin on my face.
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The party's over ... the drink ... and the luck ... ran out.
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