A check arrived in the mail. I was just taking out my 24 empty cans of diet coke I drank today in the trash, and I checked my mailbox. In it was an issue of Wired! magazine and a check from one of the advertising companies I used for awhile.
"GET DRUNK!" My mind screamed. "THAT'S A SHITLOAD OF MONEY!" My father and mother are out of town. Charlie is bringing my medications tonight and would be clueless as to whether I had been drinking or not. Rosa is spending the night home tonight "YOU CAN GET DRUNK AND NO ONE WOULD KNOW!" I thought as if there would be no consequences.
I immediately got online and started looking for a meeting. I know that stinking thinking all too well and have dealt with it for most of my adult life. It was high time for a meeting. This is what I found...
Now, I can't see to drive good at night I told myself trying to talk myself out of the meeting. It was that old stinking thinking in full effect. Hell, I would drive an hour in the dark to get some beer when I was drinking and would be an accident waiting to happen. I wouldn't care. I just wanted to get drunk.
I am off to a meeting. I have to leave the house at 7:30 PM to get there before it starts. I'll see you all on the flip-side of this hopefully sober.