My trip to maturity
It was a cool party night of emotion, excitement, alcohol, girls, dancing (but ended up being anything else hotter). As a matter of fact it became something like a turning point in my future. When I realized I was all bleeding, with my shirt tore up and riding my motorcycle I don't know how since I was drowned in alcohol. The fantastic thing was I got home completely unconscious, that was a miracle, a second called that I am still struggling to attend (Lord knows I’ve tried).How did it happen? It is morbid even to recall it. What were its unthinkable consequences? At least one is it made out me more aware of what one can lose if insist acting stupidly or what you can win if accepts guilt as a good adviser.
