'I got a problem,' I said to the cabbie. 'And I'm just going to flat out tell you. I thought I had enough money in my account to cover the cab ride, but I didn't. As a matter of fact, I only have about $37 dollars total. Listen, I'm a veteran, struggling with alcohol, and I'm just trying to get some help. I know you can't get me to Manchester, but how close can you get me to Derry? I can try to hitch or something from there, and maybe my girlfriend will let me back in until I figure out what I need to do next.' And the amazing part of this is, is that I truly believed everything I said. It also didn't hurt that I don't think he saw me carry the bag of mini wine bottles into the cab.
He turned and looked at me. 'You a vet?' he said. "How much money do you have?' 'Thirty seven and change, I think.' He paused. 'Alright. I'll take you to Derry for $37. Thanks for serving, and I'm glad you are getting help. As a matter of fact, I'll take you to Manchester for $37 if that's where you need to go.' I couldn't believe it. But then I started to panic again. I knew one bottle of wine wasn't going to get me where I needed to be, and I was out of cash. If I actually went to the Veteran's Hospital in Manchester, the run would be over. I was losing it again.
'Hey, thanks buddy, but I don't want you to go out of your way and lose even more money. I appreciate all you are doing, but if you just get me to Derry, I'm sure my girlfriend will take me to Manchester. I really appreciate it, though.' 'OK, your call', he said as he backed that cab out of the parking lot.
All I could think of was, do I have enough change laying around her house to get something else to drink. I grabbed one of the little bottles of wine from the bag, unscrewed the top, and looked in the rear-view. The cabbie's eyes were firmly on the road. I tilted it up and chugged it down, and as I finished, I looked back at the mirror, only to see him looking at me. He didn't say a word, and I capped that little bottle and shoved it back into the bag.
Stories and reflections on my own experiences with alcohol as I journey into recovery, starting with the end run. This is a story, so the oldest posts are at the beginning. I add to the back end. Best read from the beginning. Pay no attention to the date stamps, if you are looking for new additions, scroll to the end. There are 10 entries per page. Current count is 62 entries. A work in progress, of course, as am I.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Negotiating...on the road.
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alcoholism,
autobiography,
detox,
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sobriety
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