so the moment everyone in my life has been waiting to say i told you so has finally arrived. i consider this rock bottom. especially because everything was going so so so well in richmond so far.....
until i decided to get my car last night and drive home after drinking. by some miracle after i lost control of my car i ended up missing the telephone pole that would have killed me by about an inch. the way my car was headed the police said they have no idea how by the laws of physics or just common sense that the car missed the pole because of the way the skid marks were placed....and although my memory is vague my last clear vision was of that fucking pole coming right after me. and for the first time in my life i sat there, completely calm, and basically accepted the fact that i was going to die....and then the pole was gone, the airbags deployed, and the guy across the street was already there helping me out of my totalled car.
unfortunatly for me he had already called 911 to report an accident. i was far from sober. completely failing the field sobriety test and blowing a .17. i'm thankful he was there to help because my phone landed in the wet grass and died immediatly....but why why WHY did he have to call the cops.
jail was ok. there was some incredibly hot boy with dreads sitting next to me. and your usual hilarity of the drunk tank at 2 a.m. i ended up with a blanket somehow which never happens, so i actually slept some. they had hash browns and scrambled eggs for breakfast? and then i ended up getting a cool cell mate who proceeded to make me die of laughter making fun of everything going on outside of our little window and counting how many cookies the guard could shove in his mouth before the creepy ass mexicans in cell 102 popped up in the window again....
cops are the laziest mother fucking pieces of shit.
my anger management issues kind of sucked because i ended up mouthing off to the cops when i was still intoxicated and they were being pretty rude and annoying so i couldn't contain it any longer.
that probably won't look good in court.
the magistrate also found my charges from virginia beach which i failed to appear in court for...twice...
after i swore under oath that i had never failed to appear in court.
i then had to pay 300 bucks to get my car back. its pretty much totalled but i'm hoping that isn't really true and it can be fixed....i mean, who needs airbags, really....
the guy who towed my car actually had some sick tattoos though so that was cool. and i ended up bumming cigarrettes from both him and the magistrate (what?). because they took my id. so guess what? no cigarettes for me for the next 7 days.
.....my car is gone.
.....my phone is gone.
......i have a dui
.....i can now kill chances of moving to a new place because i'm going to have wicked fines and car repairs
.....i'm surprisingly calm
i just don't really feel up to serving the mandatory 5 days of jail time. that effing sucks.
well.....just thought i'd share.
looks like i might need to take some nakie photos and try to get a set up on here and make some moolah to get me out of this shizhole i have gotten myself into.
....i'm done with drinking for awhile. i'm just over it. its not fun anymore. unless its a deliciously hoppy ipa that i can enjoy for the taste then fuck it.
back to square one.
again.
sigh.
everything happens for a reason?
until i decided to get my car last night and drive home after drinking. by some miracle after i lost control of my car i ended up missing the telephone pole that would have killed me by about an inch. the way my car was headed the police said they have no idea how by the laws of physics or just common sense that the car missed the pole because of the way the skid marks were placed....and although my memory is vague my last clear vision was of that fucking pole coming right after me. and for the first time in my life i sat there, completely calm, and basically accepted the fact that i was going to die....and then the pole was gone, the airbags deployed, and the guy across the street was already there helping me out of my totalled car.
unfortunatly for me he had already called 911 to report an accident. i was far from sober. completely failing the field sobriety test and blowing a .17. i'm thankful he was there to help because my phone landed in the wet grass and died immediatly....but why why WHY did he have to call the cops.
jail was ok. there was some incredibly hot boy with dreads sitting next to me. and your usual hilarity of the drunk tank at 2 a.m. i ended up with a blanket somehow which never happens, so i actually slept some. they had hash browns and scrambled eggs for breakfast? and then i ended up getting a cool cell mate who proceeded to make me die of laughter making fun of everything going on outside of our little window and counting how many cookies the guard could shove in his mouth before the creepy ass mexicans in cell 102 popped up in the window again....
cops are the laziest mother fucking pieces of shit.
my anger management issues kind of sucked because i ended up mouthing off to the cops when i was still intoxicated and they were being pretty rude and annoying so i couldn't contain it any longer.
that probably won't look good in court.
the magistrate also found my charges from virginia beach which i failed to appear in court for...twice...
after i swore under oath that i had never failed to appear in court.
i then had to pay 300 bucks to get my car back. its pretty much totalled but i'm hoping that isn't really true and it can be fixed....i mean, who needs airbags, really....
the guy who towed my car actually had some sick tattoos though so that was cool. and i ended up bumming cigarrettes from both him and the magistrate (what?). because they took my id. so guess what? no cigarettes for me for the next 7 days.
.....my car is gone.
.....my phone is gone.
......i have a dui
.....i can now kill chances of moving to a new place because i'm going to have wicked fines and car repairs
.....i'm surprisingly calm
i just don't really feel up to serving the mandatory 5 days of jail time. that effing sucks.
well.....just thought i'd share.
looks like i might need to take some nakie photos and try to get a set up on here and make some moolah to get me out of this shizhole i have gotten myself into.
....i'm done with drinking for awhile. i'm just over it. its not fun anymore. unless its a deliciously hoppy ipa that i can enjoy for the taste then fuck it.
back to square one.
again.
sigh.
everything happens for a reason?
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erichasfinewine:
I understand bottom, I have been there many times for various reasons. Just like what Gizmo56 said, if you are at bottom all you can do from here is go up. Don't think you are alone in this, many of us have been at the bottom. This won't be the first or the last. Now it is all about what you do from here to turn your life around. What ever you do stay true to ones self!!!! You will be fine!!! 
gizmo56:
Well hopefully you will get lucky. I know my friends brother did, he's had two dui's and the judge may let him off after this last one to go work on this cruise ship as a photographer which is way cool...i know im jelous.