back in '94 i was driving back from a friends house super drunk, high, and holding a oz. of the goods.
so i'm going about 85 in a 35 when i see the rollers in my rearview so i booked it. i lost the cop, pulled into a parking lot, jumped out the car, pulled the bag of weed out my pants, and stashed it in the woods.
i waited for what i thought was 10 minutes but it was more like 2 minutes....you have no conception of time when you're wasted. so grabbed my sack and got back behind the wheel. i put the car in reverse and bang!, the cop hits me with his spotlight. like straight out of toyko drift, i screeched out, pulled a 180, and i'm hauling ass again. i'm on local roads at about 4am and i'm doing like 90mph when i try to make a quick left to right curve. next thing i know my car pulls a 180 and i slam the driveside door into a telephone pole....totally crushing the side of my car and breaking both windows. i had glasses on and i found them in the bushes where i crashed 2 weeks later, thats how hard i slammed the pole.
anyway, the cop car pulls up and they jump out, thats when i gas it again and homeboy goes diving back into his car(apparently i almost hit him)....my cars still running so so am i. so its a high speed chase again. i'm weaving in and out of local streets trying to lose them when i tried to make a left turn going about 70. i made the left, hopped the curb and went flying into a tree. i was hurt but in shock and i tried to put the car in reverse so i could continue my getaway but the car isn't doing anything. WTF! then i notice the tree i hit is literally sitting shotgun and the pain starts to hit me....i cracked my sternum, thats the shit that connects all your ribs in the front of your chest.
now i can't breathe but i know i have this oz. of weed, so i pull it out my pants and tried to throw it as far as i could but i'm hurt and out of breath so it got about as far as the left front tire and of course they found it. the cops catch up, jump out with their guns drawn and proceed to question me all the while i'm sitting in my car and struggling to breath. i literally said, i'm guilty, i'm drunk, i can't breath, call the hospital, then i pass out.
next thing i know i'm in the ambulance and my friend who worked for the EMT is like, "dude, your car is so fucked, i can't believe your alive". i pass out again and wake up handcuffed to the bed and both my parents are standing their crying while a cop is reading my rights. i pass out again and wake up in the morning still handcuffed with a stack of tickets on the nightstand like you wouldn't believe. they got me for everything, and because i was driving from NJ into NY, both states ticketed me for everything under the sun/
the best part of all this is, it wasn't my car, it was my brothers. you'd think he'd be pissed but insurance paid out $500 more than what he initially paid for the car after driving for 2 years. my parents paid the fine and i worked all summer long paying them back. to this day i still can't believe i survived both crashes. ahhh the stupid shit you do when you're young and think you're invincible.