I wish I told her I loved her before she left me. She died eight years ago today in a drunk driving accident. She was hit by a car that was peeling out of a convenience store. The toxicology report that came out a few months later showed that she wasn't drunk or in any way intoxicated. I, on the other hand, did not enjoy the results of the breathalyzer.
She was driving her car and I happened to be driving mine. Next thing you know, I pulled out of that store and I was sitting in the back of a cop car. I went to the station and blew a 0.24. Three times over the legal limit.
I ended up having to plead guilty to killing the one person I loved. The judge sentenced me to five years in jail because I cooperated. Vehicular manslaughter and DUI. That's what happened.
I ended up getting out of prison and never going back to that store again.
I lost the love of my life and now look at me.
Burnout.
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Burnout
Короткий рассказA story about an alcohol-loving musician who struggles with finding different answers to his questions about music. PS THE COVER IS TEMPORARY UNTIL I CAN CREATE ONE!
