Once apon a time it was a beautiful summer night. The kids were partying and police were on the prowl. A party was annouced, we hurried to the basement of one of our good friends. The drinks were flowing and the party was popping. I was trying to talk a cute young lady at the time and of course I invited her, by the time she arrived I was feeling no pain AT ALL. The clock struck 10, there a knock at the door, the party got quiet...the police! I went to the door with the home owner, we talked our way out of trouble. We then went back down to basment to continue partying. We started dancing and the next thing I know my best friend and I are play fighting in the middle of the crowd. We swung at each other back and forth, next thing I know...BANG he's laying on the ground knotted out. His girlfriend is screaming at the top of her lungs "you killed him". At the same time my other friend Brandon was parading around the room yelling "one punch". I panic I start smacking my friend in the face trying to wake him up , he finally awoke. His nose was completely broken! He then went up stairs to call his parents. I sat and watched the rest of the party continue, about
thirty minutes later a girl started hyperventilating and had to be driven the emergency room. the party them completely stopped,everyone just sat until around twelve. I had to be home but I didn't have anyone that was able to drive my car home. So I made the worst mistake of my life, I jumped behind the wheel. The whole way home went pretty good but I kept thinking what am I thinking doing this. I pulled into my driveway and tried to make my parking seem really good but in doing that I crashed into my garage door. I then started crying on the steering wheel and once I finished that,I walked inside. I was so sorry about my hitting my friend that I called him twenty times,but no answer. Finally he called me back and forgave me, we have been best friend ever sense. This was one heck of an adventure.