If I invite you to a party at this ultra posh apartments, where, I'm guessing, all sorts of expensive alcoholic beverages and liquors are flowing and with a VIP guest to boot. Then we all proceed to get high as kites, you an a cocktail of the said alcoholic beverages and Almighty knows what else...then, at the height of your drunkeness and in a stupor no less, after making a nuisance of yourself breaking glasses, mirrors and whatever else that catches your fancy, I let you stagger out of the apartment and go home...or so was your intention...
Little wonder you end up dead on a busy and dangerous highway.
What the hell was I thinking!!!
