We passed a lot of time by drinking and driving. We were teenagers, had just received our licenses and were pretty bad at driving, so this wasn’t exactly the safest pastime. There were a lot of accidents.
My favorite accident involves one of my oldest friends, Urn. (His real name is Aaron, but all of the locals pronounce it “Urn”, so that became his nickname.)
Urn was visiting a girlfriend, they were drinking and most likely “necking”. He had stayed at his lady friends house until the early morning hours and decided it was time for him to hit the road. He was very drunk and it was raining. There was a sharp turn in the road and Urn swerved, ran off the road, and hit 3 mailboxes that were at the end of a dirt driveway. To impress his lady friend he had borrowed his grandparents Lincoln TownCar, so he immediately got out to check the damage. Miraculously there wasn’t any damage except for a small scratch on the bumper. He got back in his car and got the fuck out of there. That was a close one.
After about a half hour he sees some headlights come up behind him. It’s a cop and he turn his lights on. He immediately thought he was busted for the mailboxes, he was still quite intoxicated, and scared shitless. The cop comes to the car….
Cop: “Hello Sir. The reason why I pulled you over was because you were swerving pretty badly back there. Is everything alright?
Urn: “……”
Cop: “Wait….Urn is that you?! Well, holy shit boy, what are you doing out here drunk as a skunk. I thought this was your grand parent’s car. They would shit a brick if they knew you were out here like this. I’ll follow you back to your house just to make sure you get back ok…”
Urn: “ OK” (That was a close one)
So Urn made it home. Two crises’s avoided, thinking, I am one lucky son of a bitch. He laid his head on his pillow, and the phone rings, its 3 am. On the other line is the state police, they’re out front, and they want to know if he hit some mailboxes this evening. Urn, in his hurried state to leave the scene of the crime had forgotten one thing…..THE LICENCE PLATE. It had fallen off during the crash.
My other favorite Denton car accidents are when Patrick drove his car into my grandmothers house because he started it in gear; When ‘The Abbott’ found one of our friends in a ditch, car wrecked, techno music blaring, asleep and with pissed pants; and when Patrick and Urn flew into a ditch so hard that the front of the car stuck in the ground, the backend was completely off the ground and no one got hurt until Patrick slammed his hand in the door.
