As Herman drove, he realized he couldn't see clearly at all. Why did I drink so much? he asked himself, thinking of the five tequila shots downed with several successive beers. He only had to drive home eight blocks, but it was beginning to feel like sixteen. As he continued to drive, he realized he had passed his house. Time to turn around, he thought. Hopefully I'll make it home. As he turned into someone's driveway, he noticed a blur of motion in front of his car.

When he got out, he realized he had run over a little girl. The smell of death was enough to make him retch, bend over, and begin to vomit.

(originally posted on tobias26.deviantart.com--I just wanted some content, so I threw it up over here [haha "threw it up"])