I was very unfortunate (or perhaps fortunate) to be a 'first responder' of a DWI wreck when it occured just in front of the shop. I think I was about 10 or 11 but I can still see the glazed eyes of the woman in the Grand Marquis, and see the blood running down the side of the windows. The guy in the El Camino, walked away, not so much as a scratch. His passenger's legs were crushed under the dashboard and he was screaming at the top of his lungs.
I even remember the drunk puking on the hood of the police car, and me puking right after.
From then on, I've never had much patience for drunk or even buzzed drivers.