It’s Atleast midnight. I’m completely drunk and i haven’t a ride home. Hitchhike? No, I’ll get raped…
The bus? No, i’ll be visually or verbally assaulted…
Call mom? There’s an idea, now ask yourself… Do you want to die?

I could risk it and just drive myself home.
My brain says “Go for it, your not completely shitfaced!”
But my gut says “Call Maggie, she’ll drive you home no prob!”

But there is a prob…