 It was just in a bad spot. I was meant to die in the car. November the 20th was a Friday, so it was just after work, just going to a mate's house having beers, and I took it a bit too far. Everything's what happened in the front yard, and he had his keys and then he dropped them, so I ran out and picked up the keys. Went inside and put them on the kitchen bench. And I talked them back, and I'm like, I'm driving, and that was about it. I just had this horrible gut feeling. All these lights coming down the driveway, and it was actually the police officer that turned up at the door. It just sank. I was panicking. I was hysterical. I was screaming. Just getting to the hospital. I've got to see my boy. I don't want him dead. I've got to see my boy. It was the worst horrific life. He had blood everywhere and still glass in his hair, and on his face was all scratched up. I had five brain hemorrhages. I had a chip on my C4, a punctured lung. I lost 80% of my vision. All I could think of was, I just want to get out of this place. Just be talking to yourself in your head all the time. I was just hating myself. What I would like you to do is each day tie and untie your shoelaces more than once, okay? There's a little bit of a sensory difficulty there with actually grabbing onto that shoelace. When you're in hospital, you have all the nursing care and support, and so when you get home, you actually realise how difficult it's going to be, washing, dressing, you know, making your own lunch. You've got the order, right? You've got it sorted? What does Mum want? A garlic aioli. Where? This way. Let him find it. Thanks, baby. Do you want to just give Mum some feedback about your rap-making skills? My rap-making skills are s***. Look at how bloody it is. It's hard on him, and you watch him go down, and it breaks your heart. He was just a friendly kid, you know, like we used to do lots of sports. Every sport under the sun. You used to buy us a ticket? Yeah. This makes me really sick. I guess everything is just frustrating because I used to be so good at everything. I used to be so independent, but now I have to have someone with me to look after me. It's all done now. It's all happened. I can't really do anything about it. I might as well just get out and acknowledge this is where I almost lost my life. I was lucky enough not to hurt someone else while I was drunk driving. I mean, there's plenty of other things that I could have done to prevent this happening. I was just not thinking properly, and I just took off. Just call a cab, call a mate, call your mum. Just get someone to pick you up. It's not worth it. It really is not worth it.