My Origin Story

 I have a super power, like any super hero, I have an origin story. Mine is pretty anticlimactic. For years, I drank without consequences. That was one of my super powers. 

I didn't start drinking until I was 21. For years I said I was allergic to alcohol. Deep down I knew about my super power. I knew I was a super drinker. So, to avoid drinking, I said I had an allergy. It kept the booze at bay. It kept my secret buried. 

I would however, start drinking in the locker room after hockey games at the age of 21. It all started with ice beer. It was the big thing back in the 90's. Usually one of the Canadians would bring an iced beer from their country. Labatt's and Molson were the norm. Then came Moosehead and other lagers. 

I could drink for hours after the game, then drive home and be up for work in the morning. No problems. This went on for years. 

Then, came the first real consequence. I was cutting iron and steel full time in a town about an hour north of Gladstone. After work it would be beers with the guys from work. Home to change clothes and off to the rink for beer league. After a couple late games then it was off for drinks at the local bar and some food. Finally, after midnight, I'd make my way home. 

 It all should have changed one morning, up again at 5am to be at work at 6am. Still drunk, plied with weed too, I dozed off at the wheel. My Ford Ranger pickup drifted into the grassy median of the highway. I awoke flying, the truck soring in the air. 

I'd maintained enough control to keep the truck from rolling when I cruised into the ditch. I hit the emergency vehicle turn around in the median. The turn around acted like a ramp and launched my vehicle. I'd found my newest super power. I could fly, who knew?

The bottom of the vehicle clipped the emergency vehicle turn around sign. I eventually came back to earth. It felt as though I was flying forever. When I did land however, I landed on my feet. Well, on all four wheels anyway. I was able to get the truck right back on the highway and without losing much speed. 

I made it to work. It wasn't until lunch time, when the sun revealed the damage I'd done to the truck. Front driver's side tire was flat, I had apparently bent the truck frame. Insurance did cover the damages. My insurance rates went up. With all that said, no one knew that I was drunk. No cops were called. The highway was empty. 

Once again, I was a super hero.