I would later spend years destroying and smashing that reputation, but I was so young and naïve that I didn’t understand the full price I would pay for my stupid decisions. I’m sure some readers are concerned that I blame myself for whatever result I’m working up to, but the truth is that I do: I trusted the wrong people, I drank alcohol underage, and I had a reputation. There are many people out in the world who agree with me; I had it coming.
These are my blogs that aren’t reviews. Instead they are more-so my opinions regarding life in general.
Maybe that’s what I’m trying to share with the world, though. Those truck drivers that you are so determined to get in front of, they have families. Instead of being with them every night, they’re out there driving down the road – hauling fuel, food, asphalt, equipment, and other commodities that we need to survive. They have little girls and boys who are home, impatiently awaiting the arrival of their daddy – or mommy. When you cut them off, they can’t stop as fast as you can. If their brakes go out, their truck will destroy your car and – unfortunately, due to the way Americans tend to perceive truck drivers – instead of going home to their families, they’ll be sitting in prison because you drove like a jackass and couldn’t wait five extra minutes to get home to the home you sleep at every night.