giving in.

I stood next to the car for a moment, leaning against the closed door.  She got out, opened her mouth to say something, then closed it.  We eyed each other for a minute.  I didn't move.  'You have to get to detox,' she said, 'if not with me, then with the police or an ambulance or something.  This has to stop.'  I tried to digest what she had just said to me, but there seemed to be no logic in it.  Why would I want to go to detox in an ambulance or with the police or anything?  I was confused.  Then, the feeling came over me.  The alcohol was kicking in, I felt warm, pliable.  Relieved and relaxed.  I looked at her and said, 'will you let me make a phone call?  I think I can call someone I trust who can help me.'  All of a sudden, I felt exhausted.  'Yes, call whoever, but do it now.'  I pulled out my phone and managed to locate the number of a sober friend in my contacts, dialed him up, and lo and behold, he answered.

'Glenn, I need help.  I've been drinking non-stop for a few days, I'm broke, kicked out and broken down.  I don't want to go to jail, but I don't want to go to the hospital.  Ya gotta help me.'  'Where are you?' he asked.  I gave him the address of the house behind me.  'Don't go anywhere, I'm going to make a few calls, just stay there.'  I told him that my girlfriend's sister was there with me.  'Put her on the phone.'  I did, and they spoke for a few moments; I couldn't make out what they were saying. Soon, she handed the phone back to me and said, 'OK.  Your friend is making some calls.  He told me to tell you to stay here and he will make sure things get handled in the right way.  But, dammit, don't go anywhere!'  At that point in time, I didn't want to go anywhere, so I crawled into the back seat of the car and curled up on the seat. The jig was up.