It was in a development of little cottages connected with gravel roads. Thankfully he wasnt on any main streets and he only had a few hundred yards to drive to his place. I'm still not sure how he didn't hit a tree or drive into a house. This was a family who went through a few half gallons of vodka and scotch a week. I'm still good friends with the kid who's dad it was. Kid turned into a very successful person and the guy managed to get off the drink when his wife died of cirrhosis.
I wonder how he got to the store. I remember as a young teenager watching my buddies dad fall over, get up, fall over again, crawl up the driveway, get in his car and drive off.
I'll never learn. Just like when I was a kid and my mom told me light bulbs were hot, but I had to touch one anyway......I went and clicked the stupid link.