Decided to race somebody on the freeway at 3am on a Wednesday while driving home, slightly intoxicated, from a party pretty far from my house. Drunk driving was a stupid decision in and of itself, but racing while drunk driving was just compounding the stupidity exponentially. I ended up skidding, swerving off the freeway, crashing through the guard rail, and taking a 10-foot nosedive into the bushes and trees below. Car was totally wrecked beyond repair. I was unharmed by some sort of miracle. Cops showed up, breathalyzed me, and I got off the hook by about .01 points on the blood alcohol level count. A series of miracles basically prevented it from being the worst day of my existence. And, while I'm not a religious man or even a believer of any kind, I took it as a serious lesson to be a heck of a lot smarter about the way I was leading my life.