Off The Wagon
March 25th, 2010
In our first conversation, he mentioned he didn’t drink alcohol (fine with me). We made a date to go to the race track, and when we met there, he was holding a six-pack. Within the 15 minutes, he had already drained four bottles. We ran into his friend at the track, and they proceeded to have a drinking contest of chugging rum and Cokes. He was so blitzed that I decided to just leave and catch a train home myself. As he walked me to the train station, he stopped to urinate on a car; then, as I went to get on the train, he started to wail that if I actually tried to leave, he would throw himself on the track (I left anyway). I got a call from him five hours later…because he was in jail for public intoxication and wanted me to come bail him out.
