Disclaimer:
Before anyone jumps on me about drinking and driving, I hit 18 years of sobriety on 7/11/2008. Drinking and driving is stupid, deadly, and it is only by the grace of God that I did not injure or kill anyone.
Drunk Story #1
I was stationed at Myrtle Beach AFB from 1988 to 1990. During that time I was out drinking with a buddy one night and drove past a cop doing 110 mph in a 35 mph zone at about 2:00 in the morning. Though I realize it was extremely stupid now, I quickly turned onto a side street and pulled into someone's driveway. I then turned off my car, pulled the key out of the ignition and my buddy and I ducked down. About a minute later the cop approached my car and tapped on the driver side window. I rolled down the window and he asked me to step out of my car. Once I was out of the car, he asked if I had been drinking. To which I replied that I had consumed a couple of beers. He then asked me to say my A-B-C's......but wanted me to repeat the alphabet backwards. I replied "Sir, even if I was sober I couldn't do that". Of course my friend and I were arrested, but to my surprise I was only charged with public intoxication, which carried a $40 fine. After paying the fine, the police officer handed me the keys to my car and told me that it was parked just outside the entrance to the police station. So not only was I not charged with DWI, but my car was not impounded or towed either.
Drunk Story #2
My USAF friends Brad and Bill, Brad's civilian girlfriend and I had been drinking at a club in Myrtle Beach called Mama Gilbert's Kings Road Tavern. This place was frequented by folks from the AFB and had live hard rock bands playing every night of the week until 6:00 in the morning. They may have closed earlier on Sundays, but it is all a blur now. Usually when I entered the club it was dark and when I left it was daylight, which always seemed a bit strange. Anyway, that morning we took Brad's girlfriend back to her mobile home near the base and when we got there she realized that she had locked herself out. She began to bang on one of her windows in frustration, but the glass broke and it cut her arm. She was bleeding pretty badly, so Brad climbed through the broken window and got a towel to wrap around her arm. I suggested that we should take her to the hospital on our base, as it was the closest hospital and I figured that they could at least stop the bleeding. Keep in mind that Brad's girlfriend was a civilian, so the most the base hospital would do is stabilize her to the point that she could be taken to another hospital. Anyway, we piled into my car and I drove up to the Guard Shack at the back entrance to Myrtle Beach AFB at about 6:30 in the morning. I told the SP (USAF military police) that we had a medical emergency and flashed my USAF ID card. He waved me through the gate and I literally drove 80 mph inside the base for the 1-2 mile drive to get to the base hospital. I remember seeing the faint lights of the SP's car in my rear view mirror. A minute or two after we arrived at the base hospital the SP came up to me and told me that he was glad that I was driving because my friends appeared to be wasted. In reality I was most likely more drunk than any of them, but I guess it didn't show. Long story short, the staff at the base hospital stopped the bleeding and bandaged her wound, but we had to take her to another hospital get the cut sutured. To this day I still can't believe that I actually drove 80 mph in Myrtle Beach AFB drunk as a skunk.
There is no way that I could make this stuff up!
Before anyone jumps on me about drinking and driving, I hit 18 years of sobriety on 7/11/2008. Drinking and driving is stupid, deadly, and it is only by the grace of God that I did not injure or kill anyone.
Drunk Story #1
I was stationed at Myrtle Beach AFB from 1988 to 1990. During that time I was out drinking with a buddy one night and drove past a cop doing 110 mph in a 35 mph zone at about 2:00 in the morning. Though I realize it was extremely stupid now, I quickly turned onto a side street and pulled into someone's driveway. I then turned off my car, pulled the key out of the ignition and my buddy and I ducked down. About a minute later the cop approached my car and tapped on the driver side window. I rolled down the window and he asked me to step out of my car. Once I was out of the car, he asked if I had been drinking. To which I replied that I had consumed a couple of beers. He then asked me to say my A-B-C's......but wanted me to repeat the alphabet backwards. I replied "Sir, even if I was sober I couldn't do that". Of course my friend and I were arrested, but to my surprise I was only charged with public intoxication, which carried a $40 fine. After paying the fine, the police officer handed me the keys to my car and told me that it was parked just outside the entrance to the police station. So not only was I not charged with DWI, but my car was not impounded or towed either.
Drunk Story #2
My USAF friends Brad and Bill, Brad's civilian girlfriend and I had been drinking at a club in Myrtle Beach called Mama Gilbert's Kings Road Tavern. This place was frequented by folks from the AFB and had live hard rock bands playing every night of the week until 6:00 in the morning. They may have closed earlier on Sundays, but it is all a blur now. Usually when I entered the club it was dark and when I left it was daylight, which always seemed a bit strange. Anyway, that morning we took Brad's girlfriend back to her mobile home near the base and when we got there she realized that she had locked herself out. She began to bang on one of her windows in frustration, but the glass broke and it cut her arm. She was bleeding pretty badly, so Brad climbed through the broken window and got a towel to wrap around her arm. I suggested that we should take her to the hospital on our base, as it was the closest hospital and I figured that they could at least stop the bleeding. Keep in mind that Brad's girlfriend was a civilian, so the most the base hospital would do is stabilize her to the point that she could be taken to another hospital. Anyway, we piled into my car and I drove up to the Guard Shack at the back entrance to Myrtle Beach AFB at about 6:30 in the morning. I told the SP (USAF military police) that we had a medical emergency and flashed my USAF ID card. He waved me through the gate and I literally drove 80 mph inside the base for the 1-2 mile drive to get to the base hospital. I remember seeing the faint lights of the SP's car in my rear view mirror. A minute or two after we arrived at the base hospital the SP came up to me and told me that he was glad that I was driving because my friends appeared to be wasted. In reality I was most likely more drunk than any of them, but I guess it didn't show. Long story short, the staff at the base hospital stopped the bleeding and bandaged her wound, but we had to take her to another hospital get the cut sutured. To this day I still can't believe that I actually drove 80 mph in Myrtle Beach AFB drunk as a skunk.
There is no way that I could make this stuff up!
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