Thewill831

Uber adventures
2021-07-02 12:55:30 (UTC)

More drunken adventures

The wife and I havent talked in about a week. I finally did ask her something this morning, cuz the dogs had gotten out of the backyard before she went to work. She responded, then left. She's been sleeping on the couch for about 2 weeks straight now. Comes home from work, maybe makes something to eat, maybe not, puts her show on TV and passes out on the couch. So basically I've been doing whatever the fuck I want for the last week and a half or so. I stop by Applebees to get something to eat on my way home from work. Usually Hank is in there. I know the bartender Josh also. I usually get a couple glasses of wine and the chicken wontons.
My thought the other day was that my life was becoming like Davey's. The wife sticks to herself for the most part and does her thing while he does his. He stays in the living room and watches his shows while she stays in the guest bedroom and plays games on the computer. Thats close to whats been going on here for a while now. I dont like it this way, Im not happy about it all. I need a woman's touch sometimes. Hell, what man doesnt? It seems like this is the way she wants it. So I guess I'll just do my thing whenever the hell I feel like it.
Like the other day. I had my sights set on going to JRs place and staying the night. I had already been out until 330 am or so the night before, with Brad. I got up the next day, took care of some business around the house, then headed out. I had to go to the Chiropracter first, my appt was for 245. So I went and got my adjustment and massage from Angie. She is just the best. She hooked me up, hit the lower back real good cuz I told her thats whats has been bothering me. I stopped by the gas station right up the road after that, then headed over to JRs. There was no one there when I arrived. JR was at a Dr appt, and Al wasnt home either. I texted him to ask where he was, he said he was in the grocery store and would be home shortly. So I laid on JRay's futon that he has folded up like a couch on the back side of his apartment. I was still tired from the night before. Another good drinking story involving me and Brad. Gotta tell that one sometime. I guess I'm a little out of sequence. Forgive me. Ive been doing alcohol, pills, and weed for about 3 days straight. At least I was laying off the kratom though.
I layed on the futon, kind of hidden from plain view. Al called me but I was almost asleep at the time & didnt answer. I finally heard him pull up. He came in, but apparently didnt see me layin on the couch at the back of the apartment. He left back out and texted me, asking where I was. I told him he must have been terrible at Hide and seek when he was a kid. JR eventually showed up. I was walking around in my bare feet. I told JR I might spend the night. He said no problem, he would set up the futon for me with fresh linen and pillowcases. So we started drinking, and busting each other's balls like men do. I asked JR for a pill. He gave me a 10. I had eaten a big breakfast I think. But I started to get hungry later on. JR made one of those frozen totino's pizza's. It was pretty good. Later on, his friend Bobby stopped by. We smoked some more from my pipe. Bobby was coughing very bad after hitting the whistler. He even had to go into the bathroom to collect himself. I sure hate that, people hacking up a lung then smoking with ya. Oh well. Al does that shit too, but he wasnt as bad as Bobby that night. I coughed a little after taking a hit, but not for like 5 minutes like he was. And Al usually does. So JR and I must be getting whatever is down deep in their lungs. Nice. Oh well, its a couple days later and I feel fine. So I guess they didnt pass me anything. We smoked quite a few times though. JR's sister Mary was downstairs hanging with us too. She doesnt smoke though. Al loaded up the pipe again later on and we smoked some more. We went through almost a whole Q bag. When I got home the next morning, I didnt have much left. Oh well, can always get some more.
Anyway, later on that night, I think all the beer from the last couple days started to catch up with me. My stomach was hurting bad. I asked JR to get me something from upstairs, tums, rolaids, Alka Selter, pepto B, anything. He said they didnt have anything up there either. There was a few minutes there where I almost asked him to take me to the hospital. It was that bad. But I laid down and tried to ignore it. Of course the thought went through my mind, like it has a lot lately, about if this was the way I was going to go out. I thought it wouldn't be too bad to die at JR's place. I know Don his dad would be there to usher me to wherever we go after we cross over. But that night wasn't the night. My stomach finally settled a little and I was able to fall asleep for a while. I got up the next morning around 930 and headed home. Finally got some alka seltzer in my system.




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