“I can see,” said the sober girl.

But my vision started clearing up while I was drinking.

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I was a drunk driver. One eye closed, driving from any bar or party down any and all roads. I, like many, thought myself to be invincible. Also, like many, I didn’t consider the safety of others. I only cared about myself. It is unclear to me why I don’t have DUI.

Actually, this is untrue. I don’t have a DUI because I’m a white girl. I’ve put myself in plenty of precarious scenarios to know that the way I look behooves me when it comes to how the system works. For proof, read this.

Because of my vision, the situations were more precarious than I realized.

Not I said the bar fly.

I mentioned I would drive with one eye closed. In the US, going to the optometrist isn’t always covered by insurance, if you’re fortunate enough to afford insurance at all. My vision was not covered. So, after I became “of age,” and my dad’s insurance dropped me, I didn’t get my eyes checked.

When I would drive in an almost to completely black outstate, I would close my right eye and drive with my left wide open. I believed It helped the lines on the road stay in one place.

The problem with this was, unbeknownst to me, I was driving with my weak eye. Apparently, according to my records, my…