Hard liquor and myself don't mix either! One of my most whacked out blacked out moments was when I was fighting with the ex wife. It got really crazy and she was threatening to go to a friends house in my 91 mustang gt(and if you know me, I love mustangs). Well, 3 things popped into my head...1st, is this "friend" a fuck buddy or a chick? 2nd, there is no way she is driving my car! 3rd, I am not going to let her leave just to piss her off more. Any way, she got in the car and started it up. I stood in front of her as if daring her to run me over or go thru me. Well sure as shit she did! She tried running my ass over! She was not going fast enough to do any damage to me as I was only a few feet from the car. But I wound up on the hood of the car and she continued to drive. It was like out of some movie or shit! She wasn't going fast, maybe 10-15 mph but I wasn't getting off the car. I held on to the wiper blades. Now keep in mind this was happening on a military base so the MPs could have been informed at anytime by anybody. Long story short, she gave up after a mile or two and returned back to our house. She turned off the car, stormed inside, and made me sleep on the couch. Next day I went out to check out the car to see if anything happened and MOTHERFUCKER, there where scratches all over the hood because I forgot I was wearing a belt and the belt buckle messed up the hood.