Is life taken for granted? It was a cold, damp night that could only make it seem like something was wrong. I was driving through the middle of the forest with a packed car on my way home from the best party of the semester. The roads were slippery from the melting snow that had turned to ice. There were four of us in the car total and we were all pretty crushed that evening. It was the first night I ever drove drunk. Sumner in the back seat decided to light up. I myself had never been around marijuana until that evening. “Hey man, hurry up and pass it to me,” Danny said anxiously. He was the known drug addict of the group, although I had never seen him use drugs until now. the car, and 5 minutes later I had everyone high, including myself. The windows were closed tightly, confining the smoke to the car. It was chaotic, with everyone singing while the radio blared, and the agonizing, piercing sound of everyone screaming and laughing. I started to feel paranoid about the circumstances. “Turn it up bro, this song is awesome!” You want to hit that? » asked Ian breathlessly. I was caught off guard. I started sweating and my stomach hurt. My hands tightened around the steering wheel as I swallowed hard. I didn't know what to say, I found myself under peer pressure for the first time in my life. I started to feel dizzy and extremely uncomfortable. “Gary, do you want this or not?” » asked Ian. My head felt like it was literally going to float into the darkness. I could still hear Ian's faint voice sitting next to me as everything started to go black. All this frantic noise was gradually disappearing. The car began to drift slightly toward the left lane, which was the lane for oncoming traffic. I needed to get out of this state of shock. I was completely petrified. It was like something was holding me, gripping so tightly that it was taking complete control over me. “Gary, let go!” Watch where you're going! » Ian shouted. “What’s going on, oh my god, we’re going to reach the semi-final!” Danny shouted..