Boy, it’s tough to catch a drunk when he’s sober. I want to at least have him clear as a bell when I tell him he has acted the fool long enough. Silly me, I tried to tell him at 7 a.m. but he had already been drinking. Why? Cause he had a headache. Hmmm…so much for Tylenol. Not following the clear headed rule, I laid out my general disgust with him and told him I am going to have the hit the road.
Uh, do you care?
Hello? Jon? Are you in there?
There is no Jon, only Zuul.
I give up. Who can communicate with someone who deliberately pickles their cerebrum on a daily basis? Maybe I need to reach him on a more primordial level. Like, Hey, Monkey Butt, I go bye bye, you stay here get barfly and be happy happy, joy joy. Then again, that just pisses me right off. I have to leave my home, start over, run myself ragged, and be ashamed because someone can’t stop drinking? I know alllllllllllll about addiction, but let me speak for those of us on the sidelines….”Boo Friggin Hoo!” Your daddy did you wrong? You have bills? Oh my, might as well screw your whole life up then. I mean who can deal with all that stray-uss? Life is so stray-uss full. Life is supposed CAHHHHMfortable. Oh really, do you clean your crack pipe after each smoke? Oh, you say I need to go to Al-Anon? I say a big NO. See, I’ve been there. And what they’re sellin…I ain’t buying.
Nope. Not gonna “carve out a life” for myself along side the alcoholic. Not gonna ignore somebody who is drunk and then embrace them when they are sober. Maybe, just maybe after 30 years, the drunk will see the warm fuzzies they get while sober will make them want to stop. HAH! The cold hard fact is, that until a person decides that are tire of being a selfish jerk, they are gonna keep on doing it. Here’s a T-Shirt for ya: Alcohol, Making sure every asshole can stay that way.