by Craig Medlin

Created on: September 08, 2008

It may have been curiosity, or simply a contingency that was bound to happen. There is no knowing how or why, only what. And that what is, it happened. Could it have been prevented? Probably. Should it have been prevented? There is no doubt in my mind. Things of this nature should never happen but the regrettable fact is that they do. And on one fateful evening, it was Jeffery's turn.

I don't think he wanted it to happen. In fact, all signs point to his arousing disapproval of the matter. Jeffery was a good student. For the most part he received good grades. He was by no means the top in his class but somehow managed to maintain a somewhat nerdy demeanor. On one, not so special, Friday evening Jeffery decided to go to a party. After all, it was his senior year in high school and he hadn't been to one yet.

Upon his arrival to the party, the guests were quite perplexed. As you may have realized, these were not in any way the typical crowd Jeffery took pleasure in associating himself with (perhaps how maintained the somewhat nerdy demeanor). He had no intentions of consuming alcohol, although he knew it would be there. He had only planed to mingle with the guests and familiarize himself with the partying atmosphere that so many tried to convince him was "cool".

Jeffery found himself hovering around a table with some sort of refreshments on it. He wasn't exactly sure what they were or why in fact they were even there. One set of thirst quenching beverages that caught Jeffery's eye were that of what appeared to be orange juice. The guests referred to them as "screw drivers." This simple fact confused Jeffery. For, he hadn't the slightest idea why someone would label a traditional drink with such an incriminating name.

Disregarding any bit of curiosity as to why someone would serve cups of orange juice at a late night party, Jeffery indulged himself in the deliciously colored breakfast beverage. After a few sips, Jeffery realized that this wasn't what his family had shared at the breakfast table for the last sixteen years of his life. In fact, he even began to realize why they called it a screw driver. But he was intrigued and continued to delve into the drink.

Later that night, Jeffery discovered that he couldn't walk a straight line. He also discovered that he could not walk a crooked line as he was having trouble standing. Nevertheless, Jeffery gripped his keys in his loose hands and groggily approached his vehicle. Although this wasn't the best decision he would make

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