Where The F_ck Did I Park?

I remember years ago, getting really high with some friends and hitting the bar.  Actually, to be specific, I remember going to my friend's house, I kind of remember being at the bar, and I sort of remember some of the trek home at 3am.  Yeah.  The events of that night are and were as smoky as the room where we'd sparked up.  I'm sure I had fun.  Maybe...  Maybe not.

I don't in any way condone or endorse driving under the influence of any sort, and I've not done anything of the sort since that time.  Believe me, the events that followed made it perfectly clear that this practice should definitely not be the norm.

In a haze, I recall driving home down one of the less traveled streets that ran parallel with the main drag through that part of the city.  I was completely paranoid of trouble, I drove extra cautious and slow.  Especially, considering I drove a Camaro at the time, which is sort of a cop-magnet.  I got home, parked in my spot, and plugged the car in (it was winter time), then went into the house and went immediately to sleep.

I lived at home at the time and my mother woke me up in the morning when she was about to leave for work.  "Where'd you park your car?" she asked.  Considering how fuzzy the night before was, I was baffled by the query.  I was certain that I'd parked in the back, next to her car, but upon investigation, I saw that the electrical cord that I'd used to plug in the block heater on the car, was neatly slung over the fence, the usual spot where I would hang it.  I ran to the front, thinking maybe the car was parked on the street.  It wasn't there.  I struggled to remember where I would've parked or if I'd even driven the car home.

Apparently, I had.  Apparently, some kids happened by, not long after I'd parked the car in the back and apparently, they had a hell of a good time rippin' around the quiet winter streets and side-swiping a f*cking pole.

I loved that car.  I had it fixed and it looked good, but it was never the same for me after that.  In addition to the education I received from not leaving my sports car unattended in the back yard of a house situated in a bad part of town, I learned that good people aren't allowed to have nice things and that you should never ever drive under the influence of alcohol or narcotics.d