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Welcome to Fatal Entertainment, This is a true story for realzzz! Extremely intense. I hope you're reading this before you read the story first to get a quick guided mind state. In this story I'm telling it from my point of view & play by play exactly what happened on this night. I've added some pictures to help for imagery so you have a better idea what was going on. Try to put your mind/view into my shoes. Thank you and i hope you enjoy!
-Craziest Moment Of My Life-
By Fatal
It all started on Friday Night. Tonight was one of my friend's birthdays so we decided to throw a motel party for him. We invited a good amount of people & probably about 20-25 people showed up to this event. We all threw down money on alcohol & some weed. Other's had some K-pins and were sniffing and popping them. Pills didn't interest me so i stayed away from those suckers. I drank about 2 1/2 40oz's of Budweiser. I also had a few shots of Bacardi Watermelon. Following this consumption of alcohol i smoked a few blunts of some excellent weed and i'm now completely fucked up. The motel room was pretty crammed with people and it was beginning to become very smokey and hard to breathe after hours of constant cigarette smoke and blunt smoke taking up all the oxygen. I start to feel sick from that and adding on the factor of being fucked up. I decide to go outside for some fresh air and cross the parking lot next to one my friend Doug's truck and start getting sick. At this point i'm dizzy as fuck and was stumbling out of control. All of a sudden one of my closest boys comes and asks if i'm alright. I respond "yes" in a very slurred fashion. He then asks me if I want to sit in Doug's truck because he has his keys. So i hopped in the passenger seat and totally just closed my eyes and passed the fuck out. At this point in time I wasn't really focusing on what was going on and i just wanted my head to stop spinning. A few people came in and out of the truck as I laid in the front seat still fucked up. For the most part i can't recall anything else up to what I tell you next.
About 2 hours later, I wake up in the back seat and the truck is moving. I'm still drunk, but i'm able to focus better and felt better overall. I notice that my close boy who has the keys was driving and the owner of the truck (Doug) was unconscious and overdosed on K-pins. My boy who was driving was drunk, high, K-pinned out, doesn't have his license, and is speeding. I then looked at the speedometer and it read about 45-50 MPH. I looked to the sign on the right and the speed limit said 30. My boy who was driving had the truck practically on the other side of the road and the first car i see coming the opposite way is a police cruiser. My stomach sank and i began to worry frantically. I look back and watch the cruiser start banging a U turn and flash on his blue lights. I yelled out, "The cop is after us!" The driver panics and whips to the next road on the left before the cruiser can complete his U turn. We start flying down this straight road and eventually hit 110 MPH! We both thought that we were going to lose him, but he starts gaining on us very quickly. My boy starts panicking again and whips on a road to the right. He hits the gas and starts flying and realizes that the road is a dead end. He presses the breaks a little bit and let's the truck glide into the woods and smashes into a tree. The passenger, which is the owner of the truck and is overdosed on K-pins, smashes his head off the dashboard. Luckily i have my seat belt on and was safe and my boy who was driving was already sprinting into the woods.
My heart started racing like crazy. I tried opening the right door, but there was a tree in the way. I tried opening the left door but there was a tree in the way. I decided to hop over the driver's seat and slide down through the open door. I lost my Boston fitted i was wearing in the process but i didn't want to risk getting caught over a hat. I started army crawling into the woods, wearing all black, and being very sly. I looked up and saw my boy still running through the woods. I crawled on the other side of the truck, opposite of where the cops would arrive at the scene. The cop showed up as soon as I was behind the truck and started flashing his spot light. I saw my boy's red shirt reflect off the light and he was spotted. In the mean time i'm still crawling deep in the woods and my pants are practically off me. My elbow touches something wet and i realize there's a huge marsh right in front of me. I said to myself "fuck this" and pulled up my pants and sprinted to the right through 30 feet of straight up razor sharp thorn bushes. I got shredded up and even tripped once. I thought i blew my cover, but the cop seemed to not hear me, but i kept running. I cut through these people's back yard and crossed a street and ran into a different neighborhood and hid inside a bush. Then, I noticed i didn't have my phone. All i had was my wallet, cigarettes, and lighter.
After about 30 minutes of hiding I come out and walk back to the street i had crossed. I notice a police cruiser at the end of the dead end street we turned down. I began sketching out, but i lit up a cigarette and walked the other way. I had no phone to contact a friend to get picked up. Actually i had no idea where i was. I was still pretty drunk and totally mind blown about what just happened. I was sketching out that the cops were after me and i thought I lost my phone at the scene. After walking about an hour or two I finally made it to a 24 hour gas station. I used the phone and some how remembered the motel room number! I called and my friend answered. I briefly explained what happened and said i need to get picked up at the Shell gas station in the next town over from the Motel. After an hour of waiting one of my close girl's came and picked me up and went back to the Motel and continued to party. I could not believe i got away!
The outcomes
The driver: Got caught, 3 year license suspension, and $3000 in fines.
The owner of the truck: Sent to the hospital, got his stomach pumped, went to drug rehab for 60 days, paid some money.
Me: Got away, continued partying, got my hat back and found my phone back at the motel!
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