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I don't drink and have been ruthless earlier in life. My friend rode with me a to a wedding. I warned him up front that he better not drink too much, or he's not riding home with me. Now I have avoided being involved with drunks as much as possible. When I looked him in the eyes before we left, I didn't realize his state. He said he's fine. We got about half-way home, and he started to throw-up in his hand. I jammed on the brakes, and he got the rest out the door. I said, yelling at him, that he had two choices. I'm going to punch you in the face, or you are walking home. Now if he chose to get knocked out, I would have left him anyway. I left him on the side of the road.
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