2003-09-01, 10:22 a.m.|
Fuck you, honky white trash! I will sleep through your barbeque lovefests!
Anyway. I hope that. No. I don't really hope anything. Ahhh, yes...
This lady from work has decided to stop talking to me if I don't go to her BBQ alchohol fest. I have deided to be minus one friend. For a week at least, then she'll get over it.
I went to the last BBQ she had, and it went something like this....
I came with another friend from work. I hugged this lady hello. I smelled the liquor on her breath. I saw that there was no one else around, save her brother and a few neighbors. I drank a beer. In watched her fall off her chair. And then I listened as she tried to cajole me into the kiddie pool with her.
No thanks to that. No thanks to this. I can be a drunk on my own if I want. I don't need to enable someone. I don't really need to be enabled. To tell the truth, a meaningful human relationship (that's a sexual one, by the way, friends and enemies), would be a good dis-abler for alchoholism. So I guess I'm not a drunk.
But if you say you're not a drunk, then you are a drunk. And if you say you are a drunk, then you're truly a drunk, and you are on the first step to recovery. See how A.A. gets you?
Fo-shizzel, blizszel. That's it.