Drunk Driver Gets 25 Years For Hitting A Guy And Driving 2 Miles With Him Stuck In The Windshield

NY Post- A California substance-abuse counselor who hit a man with her car and drove two miles with his body embedded in her windshield was sentenced Thursday to 25 years to life in prison.

In 2012, Wilkins was a substance-abuse counselor and was driving home through Torrance when she hit and killed 31-year-old Phillip Moreno.

She drove more than two miles with his half-naked body embedded in the windshield and his upper body face down on the hood before other drivers confronted her at a stoplight, according to court records.

Wilkins drank three shots of vodka and a beer in her car before driving, but the defense argued there hadn’t been enough time for her blood-alcohol level to exceed the legal limit of .08.

Buckle up kids, cuz this one’s a doozy. Where do I even begin? Let’s play mad libs: a SUBSTANCE-ABUSE COUNSELOR drank 3 shots and a beer IN HER CAR before she ran into a HALF-NAKED MAN who got STUCK IN HER WINDSHIELD. She drove for TWO MILES before a group of people said “HEY LADY THERE’S A DEAD GUY IN YOUR FUCKING WINDSHIELD!”

Holy fucking shit. I take pride in having a pretty twisted mind, but this story is just mind-blowing. So many questions. How can a substance abuse counselor go to work everyday, counsel people on drinking in moderation, and then mistake her car for a bar? Why was the guy she killed half-naked, and was his top half or his bottom half naked? And most importantly… how did she not realize he was IN the windshield?! I don’t care how shitfaced you are. Picture this: you’re driving along, all of a sudden WHAM, CRUNCH, AIEEEEEEEE! GASP. DEAD. Hey, there’s a draft in here, little breezy. Did I open a window? Nope. Everything’s normal, I’ll just keep driving. Oh look, I have a passenger. I don’t recall anyone asking me for a ride. He’d be a lot more comfortable in the seat, but to each his own. Wonder where his shirt went.

2 miles later…

Oh hey guys, what’s up? Oh that guy? Yeah he’s… I don’t know his name. Picked him up a couple miles back. Doesn’t say much. Dead? Really? Shit.

25 years seems about right.