Yesterday was a very tragic day for my boyfriend and me.  We found out that one our good friends was in a drunk driving accident and killed.  Mike was 24. 

He was leaving the Las Vegas Strip early in the morning on Sunday after a night full of drinking.  His Blazer flipped, ejecting him from the car and then landed on his body. 

It doesn’t feel real to me yet.  Of course I feel sadness and I am in a state of disbelief, but the feeling that is consuming my body and mind at the moment is frustration.  How hard is it to call a cab?  Or call a friend?  Is it worth risking your life and putting other lives in jeopardy?  This was such a preventable death.  Mike should not be dead.

I really believe that driving drunk is an extremely selfish act.  You bear in mind not the consequences of your actions or the reality of the situation-the more times you drive drunk, the more likely you are to get into an accident.  Everyone’s luck runs out eventually. 

Mike has left behind a family who is hurting more than I can even imagine.  He left behind friends and co-workers, sad and irritated that he didn’t call for ride. 

I hate that he is gone.  I hate that his family and friends have to go through such pain and mourning.  I hate that his parents will bury their child.  I hate that this all was completely preventable.