I don't remember much after I left the bar. The whole thing is a blur. I only know it was bad. I didn't think it would matter. Just one drink before I left my friends. I hadn't had anything in two hours. I though I was good. Now I sit here looking at the photos of pieces of twisted metal. I wasn't going that fast, I don't remember crossing the line. In an instance it all went wrong. I wish I could go back in time. As I lay hear sobering up, I realize that it is bad. I'm not sure what I can do. I don't feel angry nor do I feel sad. I am only confused and my mind is still a mess. I didn't mean to take their lives. I wish I had one drink less.