She was so drunk. She thought the girls that brought her along were her friends, but they weren\'t. If they were, they\'d have never let me drag her away from the fire. \n\nI was a gatecrasher. I hadn\'t expected to be at any party, I didn\'t really know too many people in this city apart from my house-mates. I work at a local drive-through liquor store. Late one night a bunch of immature, loud-mouthed lads came through and told us about a beach party they were going to. I was on the \'early\' shift, I finished at 11pm just as they came in to stock their trunk. The whole world was their friend just then, especially the guys that sold alcohol, so we were all invited. I had no plans for the night and I was the only one to say \'okay\'. They waited for me to grab my keys to follow them out, their new best friend. Someone had a big shack by the beach, I\'m not even sure they knew whose it was.\n\nIt was a fair way away, about 20 minutes, enough for me to consider turning back more than once. The roads were quiet, so there was no chance to lose them even though they were belting along over the limit. When we got there we tracked a long way along the beach and then I was introduced to whomever heard them shout \"Hey, meet the beer-guy, we brought him with us!\" to which there was a ripple of applause. That marked the full journey of my friendship with those guys, after that they left me to my own devices.\n\nI was a few years older than most of the people I could see. Most of the guys running around were at a stage in life where they needed to prove to their mates how much of an idiot they were. I also had the advantage of coming sober to a drunken environment.

This is an introduction to the story. I hope you love it and stay with it! Let me know what you think. Kisses, Brooke.Before I begin my story, let me begin by saying I'm a PIZZA delivery driver. I'm a delivery driver for a local small town pizza place. Think of a Domino's but a family run business. My job is really no different than any other pizza delivery driver, late hours, unsociable patrons, that kind of thing. People always tried to get out of paying for their pizzas, but most of the customers were nice. I rely on tips as part of my income.I've been delivering now for a little over two years in Anchorage, AK. The store I work for delivers to the "rich" side of town. The higher up the mountain, the richer they are. There is one trailer park in our range and some lower income neighborhoods. Needless to say, the winters are long and the summers are referred to as road construction season, which always makes for interesting driving conditions.One of my favorite delivery stories took place at a new subdivision being built towards the top of the mountain. To get there you have to drive up this crappy, steep, dirt road which at one point has a sharp bend. Summertime, no problem. Just about any driver can get there. But in the winter, typically it is only myself or one other driver that has the vehicle that can make it up the road (and back down) without going off into the trees and possibly through someone's house.