Developments and the Cunning Fennec Fox

18  September 2013

 1512 hrs

16 years sober as of 0730-ish yesterday, woo hoo.

     Off my head meds x 4 days, now . . . not so woo hoo, especially when I was half-dosing it the two days before I ran out.

     Anyway, who gives a shit about all of that? The voices in my head all agree that I don't even need the meds in the first place, so there's that silver lining.

     Guess who called today at around 1730 hrs? Shmanielle. Yup . . .

      . . .phone was dead for 5 days . . . with my kid . . . no phone charger to fit my phone . . . sorry . . .  no Internet access . . .  don't know your phone number by heart . . .

     “M'kay, yuh . . .” My erudite reply. Asking me if I was going to be at the meeting. Yes, I say, just waiting on the 40.

     I was cordial, I was nice, I didn't call bullshit on her or anything.  I did my part as a member of the class/group, said my generic piece (nothing directed at her) and left.

     Saw one of my old roommies while I was waiting for the bus home last night.  Boy is he a picture of sobriety.  He kept using while he was living with us, plus he was a Class A Dick, so we booted his ass out, and he was wandering about last night not noticing me on purpose so he didn't have to feel the burn of shame.  I guess.  Even had the Colt 45 "hidden" under his leather jacket.  What a piece of work.  Riding away on the bus I passed a local bar, a real div-ey-type piece of shit place, and there he was, loitering outside trying to con some cats into buying him a drunk, I guess.  Poor guy.  Just not ready to be here and now, I suppose.

Well, gotta run.  I'll post more tonight, maybe, once I get done at my appointment.

     Later, Patient Reader.