Imagine if you had to tell a family that their child was never coming home again…because a driver had a few too many drinks and they were too lazy to get a taxi? How would you feel if it was your child? Your brother, your parent, your best friend? Now imagine that you’re the one who had a few drinks and thought…Home isn’t too far. I’ll make it without getting busted. While on the back streets worrying if the booze bus will catch you, you hit someone. How do you live with that for the rest of your life?