Wow. I can't believe I'm actually going to write about this and let people know that I have a problem. This is definitely a first. I guess I am changing in small, sometimes not apparent ways. My stint in rehab was nothing like the establishments that the stars go to, go figure. This place was free since I didn't have insurance. And believe me it was every bit of county paid. I admitted myself voluntarily...and yet that is a lie.
Lets look back over the past year. I have two pending DWI's. Within a little over a year. The first, well was pure stupidity. I sat one evening, on my front porch with my best friend. She is an at-home mom, that I have the pleasure of seeing about once every 3 weeks, sometimes longer. Being graced with her presence if never guaranteed. Considering she lives about an hour away and gas is a bitch sometimes. Lets just say that on the rare occasion we do get to hang out (without kids), we always escaped our current life and situation by drinking a couple bottles of liquor straight to the head and smoking. We got to laugh and enjoy our time together without ever thinking about anything else, just for the moment. Eventually she left to head back home to Willow Springs, me still stuck in Raleigh, drunk and not ready to sit my happy ass still. My actions and behaviors were erratic and crazy at this point. My mother, terrified that I was going to drive (intoxicated), ending up calling the police on me, go figure! Upon arriving in our quiet, family oriented neighborhood, the police attempted to talk with me reasonably. Ha! I was talking shit, walking back and forth, giving the cops a hard time. They eventually calmed me down and I went inside to lay down. Or so I thought. I blacked out at this point. I vaguely remember getting out of my car for the police on Martin Street. I don't remember the part where (after my mother finally lay ed down, cuz I was supposedly asleep) I busted through two panes of glass in my bedroom window, crawled out, got in my Jeep and preceded to drive to get "food"... I basically woke up from my blackout when I was required to do a breathalyzer. I was handcuffed, taken downtown, fingerprinted, breathalyzed (where I blew a .25) and then allowed to sign myself out and released. The sad part is, I was pulled over by the officer that had been at my house. Kindly the officer called my mother and told her I had been arrested and he was sorry, he then took my car keys to my mother. When I signed myself out, I called a taxi, who I had take me home to get my car key, and then drive me to my car, where I then paid him to follow me back home (in case I got pulled over again, they took my license). And I went back to sleep. I hated to talk about this event the next day, and my mother didn't give me a hard time, but required I pay to get the window fixed in my room.
After about a day, life went back to normal. They took my license and I couldn't get it back for 30 days. After the 30 days, I went downtown to the clerks office and paid a $100 restoration fee to get my license back and then I was able to drive again. It was required that I take an alcohol/drug assessment before my court date (which was another $100) -- everywhere. I checked numerous businesses to see if any assessment places were cheaper. $100 is the rate everywhere, damnit. Just as most alcoholics/addicts, I still had the BIG character defect, manipulation. I blew a .23 --- my blood alcohol content "BAC" . I paid the money, filled out some paperwork, they asked some questions (I edited my answers = "lied") and then I meet with a counselor. She was very sweet, and I agreed to let an intern sit in (hell I didn't care). I cried and gave my sob story, and walked out with a "sentence" of 20 hours worth of alcohol/drug classes to take. Again I called around for the cheapest classes, and found one at SouthLight. They were very informative and interesting. And then I went on with life. Heck I still drank "alcoholically" the whole time, and after. Even when I presented myself to the judge and I got off with community service. But that was just the first one.
To be continued .....
(ie, the 2nd DWI)
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