“You haven’t come to get your Cokes yet,” mom said a moment ago over the phone. “I thought maybe you were feeling mentally unwell. Are you having panic attacks?”
I smiled sheepishly. Little did mom know that I was there when the police left and the backdoor of their home was open. Charlie let me get some cokes and we locked the door. I didn’t tell mom and dad knowing they would get on to me. Dad swears I am the only man in the USA that can get high off of cokes. I have felt guilty ever since. Used to, I wouldn’t have given a shit so I guess my conscience is improving with sobriety and AA. I still drank the diet Cokes, though.
“Um,” I replied not wanting to lie. “Just put the cokes out and I will be over right now to pick them up.”
“What are you doing?” mom then asked.
“Listening to Kim Comando on Computers,” I replied.
“You love that AM talk radio,” she said.
I drove over to get my six Cokes for the day. It was raining and it was nice. I thought how lucky I was to be alive on the drive and experiencing this day. I was feeling very, very, very mentally well. I was really enjoying the moment. It is a good day to be alive and I hope this feeling lasts me for the day. If only everyday were like this.