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Everyone drives a car in Monterrey, it’s just the size of the city that makes it so difficult to ride a bike or walk to your destination.

Youth can be a double pointed blade sometimes. You’re just not worried about your surroundings while having fun, drinking with friends, attending a party, or just hanging out with random people, and that’s what makes it so dangerous. (Youth)

You’re in a house you don’t know, with people you don’t know. Your girlfriend dragged you into the party and they are all her friends. This gives you a feeling of safeness, you might not know these guys but according to your girlfriends jurisdiction they are all fine people, so you let yourself go. You let yourself go into the drinking games, and the amazing party mode personality you deep inside know is disastrous.

Then its all fun and games, you’re enjoying yourself so much that you forget about the police checkpoint a block away from the party, about your job the next day, and even about your sick mother who lays dying on her bed.

Sometime around 2 AM you realize where you’re standing. You think everything is okay, your house is three blocks away (safe enough to drink and drive), and your girlfriend is already sleeping in her friend’s bedroom (you don’t have to drive her home). You just have to wait until all the policemen leave the checkpoint around 3:30 AM, so you continue drinking.

 The time to go arrives and you take all the precautions you can think of.  You put on your glasses, you seatbelt, turn off the radio, turn on the fog lights, and head home.

Everything is going great, you are a block away from your house and then you notice a message from your girlfriend asking if you were okay to drive. When you try to answer you see a big truck standing in front of the red light, but its too late.  Your car is already squashed under the truck and you don’t know what even happened. All you can see are flashing lights.

At that point, half conscious, you remember about your job, about the pill your mother had to take at 3:15 AM, the state you where in (drunk), and that you’re house is so close from the party you could have walked. But its late for regrets, you’re already covered in blood. So confused that everything seems so clear to you.

This story was written by Jose Manuel Sanchez