I met Dave at Billy O’s last night. He was a big drunken mess. When I first spotted him sitting there by himself on the bar stool, I felt like a fool for meeting him out. This isn’t my life anymore. Drinking and getting drunk served its purpose and now’s the time to get it together.
Dave was not together. He was slurring his words, hair all disheveled, falling off the bar stool and dropping stuff. To me, he seemed depressed. Why else would someone do this to themselves unless they’re madly depressed?
He was driving his motorcycle.
Me – “Are you serious Dave? How can you do this? You’re going to AA classes and here you are like this.”
Dave – “I’m responsible. I’m this close to being an adult.”
He held his two fingers close together.
Me – “No you’re not. You can’t drive.”
In the not so distant past, I was with Dave at the beginning of each drunken night. I was right there beside him having a blast and getting shit faced and then we would both drive off on his motorcycle to our next destination. I was a fool back then. I lost count how many times we driven drunk like that. Me on the back of his bike, my foot scraping the pavement when he leaned over a little too far.
Dave – “You okay?”
Me – “Yeah, that was a close one though.”
He shot his gun outside my car window while I was driving. We were running parallel next to a lake, beyond the lake was a town. Dave fired his gun towards the lake and I closed my eyes hoping he was aiming at the water and not the town.
He does hard drugs – the ones I stay away from, and gets in fights with people over the drugs thinking that they are cheating him out of his portion.
I had to blow into his breathalyzer attached to his truck because he was too drunk to do it. The truck would not start otherwise. Then I had to repeatedly blow into the breathalyzer while he was driving.
He used Heather like a slab of roast beef, he’s still banging an emotionally inept girl (yesterday) and now he’s slapping his animal salami with my friend who likes the attention from guys. She met us at the bar last night and I was glad to see her, glad she was there. I was hoping she would take him home with her so I wouldn’t have to be the one to worry about him. I’m not one to babysit. My one harshness in me is not helping others who don’t help themselves. Their problems are not my concern – it’s up to them to fix their own shit.
But then I had the added concern of him getting touchy feely with me while my friend whom he let’s play with his skin flute is standing right there to witness it.
Dave – “Give me a hug Melanie. Come on give me a hug.”
His arms outstretched with a big goofy grin on his face.
Mel – “Okay. There you go – Yay a friend hug.”
I patted his back. He hugged me tight and didn’t want to let go.
My friends from long ago were there. They are good friends, but the kind you don’t call or see much, but we go way back. One of them was giving me the eye. He had a look of confused disgust on his face. I saw him looking at me and I read his mind.
His mind – “Why are you with that loser?”
I lifted my eyebrows and shrugged to say “yeah I know, I don’t get it either…”
Almost the entire bar dislikes Dave. They hate seeing him with me. The bartender doesn’t like him, Amy doesn’t want anything to do with him.
She’s showing me his true colors. Kristie tried showing me his true colors, but I was blind and didn’t want to hear it. I’m a loyal good friend to have so I try to stay impartial in arguments amongst friends.
However, I like Amy. I like her a lot and so I’m listening to her. She know’s a lot of shit and my brother knows a lot of shit, so together they’re making me see. Amy is the same age as my brother, so it’s like I have two older siblings looking out for me, not just one.
I’m stuck. I hate abandoning people. Dave’s hazardous to himself and to others, but as my role as his friend, should I help him? Is he calling out for help? I can’t just turn away when things get serious – when there really is a problem to deal with. I know what it’s like being abandoned, and its a wretched feeling. Both emotionally and physically, it’s a feeling of complete wretchedness.
So, I don’t know. I’ll just keep it at that for now. It’s not like I can see Dave that much anymore anyway. I wish I didn’t go out last night because even with the little amount of alcohol I drank, I still feel like crap today. I feel like crap and I’m in a crappy mood.
It’s now the next day. The cleaning lady was here last night. I was giving a girl a massage at around 8pm and we could both hear the cleaning lady outside the door huffing and puffing and swearing to herself.
Me – “Oh, sorry about that. The cleaning lady is grouchy.”
We both start laughing. Every time we heard a grumble, we broke out in laughter. It feels so good to laugh about it. At least now I’m not the only one who see’s it.
I feel great today. I went home after work, played a little Skyrim and fell asleep at 11:30 like a normal person. I can’t drink anymore like I used to. I feel wonderful and I’m making my clients feel wonderful. And I’m figuring out a plan of attack when dealing with my budget. I have to stop spending. It’s only the first month, so I have no idea how much I’m actually making in comparison to how much I can spend. I need to talk to an accountant, get my taxes figured out, file away my receipts, and set up a daily budget. Now’s the time to do it. Once that’s configured, I can spend without worry – one less thing to worry about.
I’ll get home tonight at a reasonable hour, so I can clean out my closet. I’m looking forward to it like you would not believe. I’m weird like that. I just bought myself a new pair of awesome leather boots for the winter, but I don’t have any room for them. I need to make room for the things I love. It’s a feng shui thing. If you make room for the things you love, you’ll receive more of it.
Whats in my car right now?
A 4 inch twin size memory foam mattress topper
2 platypus water bottles
A handy dry bag to store a roll of toilet paper in for camping trips
Old straw hat
Garbage and lots of it
I also need to clear out my car. I love Esmeralda the Escort, I need to take care of her better.
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