Close Call

This morning I went to a Narcotics Anonymous meeting at Jacob’s Well. I had quite a bit of booze this morning and afternoon. I fell asleep at about three pm and woke up at about seven. I started to walk to the AA meeting on Sybrandt Road, but with the headache and light drizzle, I didn’t feel like walking all the way there. When I got back, I took a hot shower and laid back down for half an hour.

Then came the moment this blog almost became interesting. I had to PBT before nine pm, and when I did, I blew a .007, which is extremely low. I almost admitted to drinking right then and there. Thank God I didn’t. The house manager said to come back in five minutes. I went to my room and started to contemplate leaving. God, I thought, what am I going to tell my boss? There seemed no escaping it, I was going to be kicked out and arrested. I wouldn’t go down that easily. I went back to blow again and this time I blew .000. The manager asked if I had just brushed my teeth, and I replied that yes, in fact, I had. And that was the end of that. I was so close to admitting guilt, which would have been a grave mistake. I think the guy was doing me a favor, after seeing me work my ass off lately, but I don’t know for sure. I was so close to packing my bags and catching the Greyhound tomorrow morning. I’m probably going to ditch the beer I have in my backpack tomorrow morning.

I found a girl’s wallet on the railroad tracks today. I tried to reach out to her on Facebook, but she still hasn’t responded. I hope she’s okay.