It was the noise. He neither saw the collision nor felt the vibration. It was the sound, the scraping and squealing. Marty looked backward at it before he even braked, and that’s when he realized he was way too drunk.
It was too late for his passenger side paint job and for the driver’s side of the parked car, but it was enough to sober him up just enoug…
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