I have a problem with alcohol.
I thought I had it all under control and was doing just fine....
UNTIL, Sunday morning around 1:05 am, I was pulled over and arrested for D.W.I.
I was leaving a club that I went with one of my friends, and I had made that trip 100's of times, but that morning, HPD pulled behind me and I was arrested.
I was first taken to the drunk tank and spent 1hr & half in there with other drunks.
They moved me to City Jail around 3, maybe. You really have zero concept of time in jail because there is no clocks.
I was in City Jail until around 5 pm. They moved me to County.
My cell phone died so when I was giving 2 minutes to call Family, I couldn't....
I couldn't call my job either and I had to work Sunday.
I was in County from Sunday night until Monday evening when I was giving a personal bond. I hated County. They fed us like animals, it was super cold, we spent most of our time sleeping or being moved from cell to cell. No water, had to drink out of the sinks.
My boss lady hadn't heard from me on Sunday and Monday so she called my sister. My sister freaks out and calls my other 3 siblings. Everybody thought I was dead. They called my cell phone company, my apartment complex, and the cops. The cops found me in the system and told them that I was in jail.
Of course, I got the 4 older sibling lecture
.
I hadn't got that drunk in a while but when I drink, I drink. I don't drink just to drink; I just to get fucked up and that ends up with me doing something stupid like this.
I got court June 17th.
It is my first D.W.I.
Jail didn't break me down, knowing my family was worried to death, broke me down. I tried to handle this shit by myself and thought I would have been out by 5-6, but yea, that didn't happen. If it wasn't for the personal bond, I probably would have been in there for another day or 2. My sis would have bailed me out by then but at the time, I thought I was going to be in there until Friday. I would have lost my job and would have hit whatever is below rock bottom.
I think the older siblings lecture tour is over.
Lectures means that they care.
They know why I drink.
They suggested counseling. I'm not sure if I feel comfortable with it, but I have to do something. My Dad drank a lot. His Dad did. I had an Uncle who drank himself to death, so yea, I have to nip this in the bud, asap.
I get lonely and depressed too which leads to drinking.
I'll leave this on a happy note
I thought I had it all under control and was doing just fine....
UNTIL, Sunday morning around 1:05 am, I was pulled over and arrested for D.W.I.
I was leaving a club that I went with one of my friends, and I had made that trip 100's of times, but that morning, HPD pulled behind me and I was arrested.
I was first taken to the drunk tank and spent 1hr & half in there with other drunks.
They moved me to City Jail around 3, maybe. You really have zero concept of time in jail because there is no clocks.
I was in City Jail until around 5 pm. They moved me to County.
My cell phone died so when I was giving 2 minutes to call Family, I couldn't....
I couldn't call my job either and I had to work Sunday.
I was in County from Sunday night until Monday evening when I was giving a personal bond. I hated County. They fed us like animals, it was super cold, we spent most of our time sleeping or being moved from cell to cell. No water, had to drink out of the sinks.
My boss lady hadn't heard from me on Sunday and Monday so she called my sister. My sister freaks out and calls my other 3 siblings. Everybody thought I was dead. They called my cell phone company, my apartment complex, and the cops. The cops found me in the system and told them that I was in jail.
Of course, I got the 4 older sibling lecture
.
I hadn't got that drunk in a while but when I drink, I drink. I don't drink just to drink; I just to get fucked up and that ends up with me doing something stupid like this.
I got court June 17th.
It is my first D.W.I.
Jail didn't break me down, knowing my family was worried to death, broke me down. I tried to handle this shit by myself and thought I would have been out by 5-6, but yea, that didn't happen. If it wasn't for the personal bond, I probably would have been in there for another day or 2. My sis would have bailed me out by then but at the time, I thought I was going to be in there until Friday. I would have lost my job and would have hit whatever is below rock bottom.
I think the older siblings lecture tour is over
.
Lectures means that they care.
They know why I drink.
They suggested counseling. I'm not sure if I feel comfortable with it, but I have to do something. My Dad drank a lot. His Dad did. I had an Uncle who drank himself to death, so yea, I have to nip this in the bud, asap.
I get lonely and depressed too which leads to drinking.
I'll leave this on a happy note
mutantbaby1:
That sucks man. 
I hope you get that under control soon.
I hope you get that under control soon.