She returned, as promised, about 15 minutes later. 'I didn't know what to get you,' she said. She pulled a pint of Smirnoff out of her purse and handed it to me. Believe me, I was OK with that. 'How are you going to drink this?' she asked. 'I didn't get any orange juice or anything.' But I already had the cap off and put the thing to my lips, chugging three quarters of it down in about 4 large gulps. I wiped my mouth, looked up at her, and saw the horror in her eyes. 'Oh my god, you are going to pass out, probably get sick' she said. I thought for a moment. 'If I don't finish the rest of this, I'm not going to detox, so just hang on for a minute.' I watched the color drain from her face as I drank the rest of the stuff down. 'OK, now we gotta figure out where to go.' She was speechless.
We got in her car, and it all started again, just like it always does. I said, 'you know, I really don't need a detox. I just need to taper off. If I just get a fifth of something, I can drink it slowly over the next few days and be fine. Really.' I looked at her hopefully. 'I'm calling the police,' she said. ' I've had enough, my sister has had enough, and you are going to a detox or you are going back to jail.' I sure didn't like the sound of that. I was pretty much thinking that the plan of acquiring another fifth had gone awry. I sat back, closed my eyes, and said, 'Well, let's think about this for as minute.' The walls were closing in, and the pint hadn't kicked in yet. I was ready to bolt. But I sat there, waiting. But only for a minute, because suddenly I opened the car door and got out.
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