Had to get a new permit on Wednesday. That's always a blast because the permit office is at the courthouse/police station/jail, so there are always a lot of shady looking characters slinking around. There weren't as many as usual this time, I think it's because I went really early.
Something funny that happened a while back. A few weeks ago my friend and I were at my apartment pool, just chilling, when we notice a large older man acting sketchy.
"I think he's taking pictures of us," my friend said
"No, we're not doing anything that interesting..."
Now, he was holding his phone in a weird manner, but I think it's just 'cause it was sunny out and he was texting.
Fast forward a week later. I'm at work, when I'm suddenly approached by a large older man.
"You live at [my apartment complex]," says the customer
"Uh, yeah...How did you know?"
"I saw you and your friend the other day at the pool."
"Oh, haha," I say, slinking away.
Now, I was a little creeped out, I'm not sure why, but I didn't think too much of it.
Fast forward another week or so. I'm sitting at the bar at work when I notice apartment man with a girl. A girl who also happens to live at my apartment complex. I try to ignore them, but they motion me over. I go over, somewhat reluctantly, and make small talk.
Well, as usual, the drinks start flowing, dances are had, and somehow we end up in vip. I know, awkward. Made even more so when I ask the girl how this guy is in vip (he was at the atm getting $$$).
"Well, we usually go with glitterboobs, and she's definitely pretty friendly, and he's one of my best customers, so I probably am a bit more lenient than normal, but he's cool."
Oh great, I'm thinking.
He comes back, and the first thing he does is take of his shirt and pants. So he's standing there in his boxers. WTF. Then we all start talking about porn, and the other girl suggests that we watch some redtube (streaming porn site) on his smart phone. So I'm standing there naked, next to a short old fat man in his boxers and another naked girl watched some girl get nailed on this tiny little screen halfway across the room. I mean, I guess it's better than being molested, but still weird.
At least I'm getting to know my neighbors!
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
moving on
So, I'm sitting here feeling sick to my stomach and I don't know what to do. I don't think things are going to work out between me and the mexican. He's an alcoholic. I realize that I drink a lot, probably too much at times, but not like him. Despite my sometimes heavy drinking, my life is pretty together. I make it to class four days a week, I am able to keep my apartment clean, I have no DUIs. I very rarely get blackout drunk.
He's been drunk for 4 days straight. He left me at the bar last night, crashing his car on the way home. I finally realize he's left the bar (as well as our tab, which I paid, and it wasn't just our tab, his other friends were drinking on it, too) and walk home by myself. The next morning when I wake up and go outside, I see his car with a huge scrape down the side, and a blown tire. He's lucky he lives so close. He's lucky that there weren't any cops out patrolling for fourth of july drunks.
Today the drinking starts right after we wake up. Bloody marys with his friends. I drink one, and call it a day. He's on the floor of his friend's place with no idea what's going on by 3:00. I finally hit my breaking point and leave. Of course I haven't heard from him, probably because he's passed out somewhere and his phone is dead. He wont remember any of this tomorrow, and it'll be all 'sorrys' and 'i messed ups', Too bad I've heard these words a million times, but the actions aren't matching.
The thing is, he is a sweet person. When he's sober (and even when he's drunk-he's definitely not a mean drunk). I can just tell at this point that I shouldn't even bother getting any more invested in this...relationship. I can tell it will not end well, and that breaks my heart.
It has helped me in the sense that I'm much more aware of my own drinking. I can now see how obnoxious some of my past behavior must have been to the sober people around me. I now understand how being a drunk not only disrupts your own life, but the lives of those around you.
He's been drunk for 4 days straight. He left me at the bar last night, crashing his car on the way home. I finally realize he's left the bar (as well as our tab, which I paid, and it wasn't just our tab, his other friends were drinking on it, too) and walk home by myself. The next morning when I wake up and go outside, I see his car with a huge scrape down the side, and a blown tire. He's lucky he lives so close. He's lucky that there weren't any cops out patrolling for fourth of july drunks.
Today the drinking starts right after we wake up. Bloody marys with his friends. I drink one, and call it a day. He's on the floor of his friend's place with no idea what's going on by 3:00. I finally hit my breaking point and leave. Of course I haven't heard from him, probably because he's passed out somewhere and his phone is dead. He wont remember any of this tomorrow, and it'll be all 'sorrys' and 'i messed ups', Too bad I've heard these words a million times, but the actions aren't matching.
The thing is, he is a sweet person. When he's sober (and even when he's drunk-he's definitely not a mean drunk). I can just tell at this point that I shouldn't even bother getting any more invested in this...relationship. I can tell it will not end well, and that breaks my heart.
It has helped me in the sense that I'm much more aware of my own drinking. I can now see how obnoxious some of my past behavior must have been to the sober people around me. I now understand how being a drunk not only disrupts your own life, but the lives of those around you.
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