Not my last drink, but my worst drunk. Last thing I remember is drinking with friends on the river. Apparently I drove them home while towing a friends boat that day and we all kept drinking. Woke up in jail not know if I killed someone, and immediately started screaming for help. According to the police, I "borrowed" a friends car, ran through a duo checkpoint, ran the car into the ditch, finally jumped out of the car and threw the keys at the officer and screamed that he was driving not me. Tried to run but fell on my face. Worst night of my life, all thanks to alcohol, benzodiazepines, and negative friends.
I thank god everyday that I didn't hurt anyone that night.