Wednesday night I went out to my favorite cafe for a drink and hopefully some writing. I was joined by some friends and had a marvelous time. The new bartender was pouring me 16 oz, 10% craft beers that should have been ten ounces. I had four of them... No supper... In about three hours. Not good. I was very drunk and when my friends departed I went looking for dinner and some time to sober up. Unfortunately, most places were closed so I went to the car and drive home. Actually experienced bed spins driving the care. Not good... Thursday I had the worst hangover of my life. I took the day of as I could not function.
While I realize that I technically only had four beers, I really had about eight. And I knew what I was doing for the most part. I have been growing increasingly concerned that I have a drinking problem. For a while I was drinking excessively almost every Friday night. I have been tailing it back and have not been drunk in a month or so. But this Wednesday was a wake up call. I should have been pulled over. I should have spent the night in jail. I'm lucky I didn't hurt anyone else.
I'm grateful that today is just another day instead of one consumed with the stress and anxiety of dealing with the aftermath of a DUI, not to mention the expense. I need to get my shit together.
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Middle-aged, married with 2 kids but feels like he's still 17... Mostly dark musings and commentary on life.
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- Like Kevin Spacey in American Beauty, came alive a few years back and now I am living life. Unlike Kevin Spacey I did not end up with a bullet in my head.
2 comments:
You don't have a drinking problem.
A problem with drinking becomes a drinking problem when you start to think there is a problem. Makes sense? The fact that you are realizing that some things are not right, indicates that there is a problem. The good news is that you are aware.
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