D.D.A.D.

Some are not my words, not all anyway, but it is my story. I started writing years ago just to keep from going crazy. I was just a young, hard working man that made the mistake of driving to the store in one hell of a car, after taking a drink.

This never started out as a book, but I do hope it makes one now. If anything, it was a letter to Mandy.


Screw drinking and driving before it screws you.