This is a bone-chiseling, sweat-dissolving tale of horror and death.  And it is all a result of Shane Sodder getting inebriated, and then operating his motor vehicle.  Yes, I speak of Drunk Driving!  Because he had an important lunch meeting the day after his alcohol-keg party, Shane said that he had to drive home, despite the law forbidding it because of his four alcoholic beverages consumed in two hours.  His judgement impaired, his coordination slowed, he took off in his Volvo, unaware of the existence of little Annie Ridell, who lived two blocks away.  Following another stern taste of her father's belt earlier that night, Annie decided she was to run away from home, and never look back.  She was ready to cross the street, unable to see peripherally to her left because of the massive swelling in her eye.  Coincidentally, Shane was rounding the bend at that exact same time, on that exact same street.  Annie took one tragic step forward, and at the last moment, Shane saw her and veered to the left. Annie was so frightened, she fled the scene, hunched over in fear. Shane saw this seemingly hunchbacked, certainly goblin-like creature, and turned pale. "Trolls do exist!" he thought. A massive cult was started, headed by Sodder, with the mission to rid the world of all trolls and troll supporters. A massive troll-hunt ensued, which ended in the Springfield Troll Trials, killing 19 in all. Arthur Miller went on to write a play based on these events, called Old Troll Face, and it is now studied by high school students everywhere. I hate this play. That is why drunk driving sucks.