I had a accident crossing that old bridge in the dark. I remember water flooding the compartment. Somehow I managed to free myself and swam to shore. I had consumed only one or two drinks. I remember hearing the screams of a woman coming from the half submerged car. I thought to myself, this can't be happening. My first thought was of my upcoming re election. What was I to do? I somehow managed to make it safely back to the security of friends and advisers. Together we would come up with a plausible explanation of the incident.
After several hours of brainstorming, we decided to find someone to accept the blame, saying that they were responsible for the accident, thus saving my career. I decided to get some sleep while they looked for the patsy. I must have been really tired as I slept for twelve hours. Upon awakening, I was told that no one could be found who would volunteer to take the blame. I thought to myself, you bunch of ungrateful sons of bitches. Just wait until you need a favor. My only option was to contact the police and explain what happened.
Upon arrival at the accident scene with the authorities, a look of bewilderment was on everyone's face. I thought to myself. Did I drink more that I thought I did? Was this whole incident a alcohol inspired dream? When we got there, Mary-Jo and the car was gone.
