What’s a Few Drinks Between Friends?
George was watching TV in my lounge chair tonight in the den. I was laying on the couch. On the TV was that old eighties science fiction show Buck Rodgers and it was getting on my nerves. I was having a ton of symptoms tonight. I felt like I had just been scraped up off the floor mentally.
“I’m going to poker tonight and I am having a a few drinks,” George told me over the cacophony of the television.
I looked up and said, “That’s nice. Don’t get so drunk you can’t drive home.”
I told you I was feeling badly. I was out in left field.
“God, I could use a few drinks right now myself,” I then said nervously as I sat up – my hands shaking violently as I lit up a cigar. “A few drinks would calm me and dull these symptoms I am having.”
George abruptly got up and walked to the front door.
“Where are you going?” I asked as I stood up.
“I am going to get us two cases of beer. Me and you are going to relax. You are going to feel better. And we are going to watch TV all night.”
“Dad is coming at ten with my medications!” I protested.
“We just won’t drink until after he leaves,” George replied with a sly grin. “I’ll be back about ten thirty.”
Well, dad came and went, and George came back over with two cases of Milwaukee’s Best Ice beer. We had to remove several shelves from my fridge to get them to fit. I felt so guilty as if I was stealing money from a little old lady.
“Drink up!” George said as we sat down in the den with a beer in hand and another beer on my side table to follow.
Oh my God! I forget how it feels sometimes – why it is so addicting and intoxicating. Immediately my extremities went numb after a few beers. I grew sleepy, happy, quiet, complacent. George grew talkative and excitable – drinking beer after beer. My symptoms seemed to dissolve away. Now, I know why I drank so heavy all those years. It was an attempt to self medicate.