this is my past weekend:
to resume,after that, I drank a full bottle of vodka while driving full speed to pick up my children at school, I picked them up late, called the babysitter, go back home, change clothes, let kids with babysitter, join party, drank all night (really all night long). Bar closed at 7.30 AM, when I realised it was the morning I ran home, pick up kids, drop them at school, fortunately I was clear enough to know I was plastered and not go to office, so, I enter in a friend's bar, drank until I passed out around 2 PM, woke up around 4.30, chugged shots until pass out again nearly just after had woke up. Rebirth around 6PM to pick up kids, I was so drunk that I couldn't speak anymore, but I still wanted to drink. In front home, my son had to help me to leave car, one in I asked him to serve me several shots. Until I felt on the floor and crawled to bathroom where I passed out again, under the shower, bottle in the hand. Woke up around 2AM very horny but still very drunk, I had lots of troubles to get clothed, but that didn't prevent me to drink and drug again. Go to sexclub until 6AM before to go back home, driving naked, the head against door window, one eye closed and the other rolling trying to focus the road.
trhis one is form previous week:
To resume, since I’m back to office, I have to moderate my bad habits. Due to the fact I now have long meetings every morning, I cannot arrive trashed from previous night at office anymore, so I do not drink more than a half bottle of vodka since the time I wake up until arrive at work. During the morning I play with my diffusion plug to fight the withdraw and on afternoon I can drink a few, generally a half bottle until 5PM, and I start to drink faster around 5.30 PM until 6PM, there the next half of the bottle is drank. As soon I leave office, I run to my car, chug the half bottle I left in, go to school while drinking, pick up my son, go to kindergarten and my son go pick up my daughters during I heavily drink, once at home, I cook while picking drugs and drinking.
Ritual is the same day after day, and be sure it’s really the best I can do, I’m physically unable to drink less. During morning meetings, I really need to play with my diffusion plug to not feel bad.
But Friday was a special day, at the end of the meetings, our customer asked us to celebrate the new contract at restaurant. I refused arguing that I still have lots of work, but my insist on my presence because I was the leader of the project, and by the way, it will be fun…
And sure, for them it was fun, an aperitive (a kind of Campari with fruit juice), two bottles of wine to divide in four people, a digestive (a short limoncello. And all those men were proud to say it was a good celebration… Me, I was dying… It was just as give a cookie to someone who’s starving. The withdraw made me very nervous and I had to make terrific efforts to keep control. The lunch last at least 3 hours, I was becoming mad.
After lunch we were about to go back to office, I said that I will join them later, because I had to buy some cigarettes. You can imagine that I planned to buy something to drink just to feel better and I wanted to be alone. But my boss said he needs cigarettes too and will come with me… He followed me to the shop and during I was paying for cigarettes I didn’t need I couldn’t stop to look at bottles behind the seller.
Once out, I thought, that even if it will not be enough I still have a half bottle in my car and it will help me to keep calm, I will just have to chug it on the way. But we were in in town and there are traffic lights every 100m, and at each of them the car of my stopped just next mine. I was really getting crazy.
So, in front office I let the bottle in the car and took elevator with my boss, during the way he talked to me about my wonderful work, the future of the company… I really didn’t care. As soon elevator open, I ran out, tell I had lots of work now, locked me in my office, pick the bottle in desk and chug it until my throat burns so much that I could swallow a single sip.
Withdraw was too high, I was unable to keep control anymore. So, I chained chugging session after chugging session until my body stopped to hurt, but at this moment, I was drunk, I mean really drunk. Unable to stay straight on my feet, I really drank too fast, I tried to get up to go to coffee corner, but I was too drunk and everybody will notice it. So, I chained lines of cocaine to recover a few, but cocaine makes me thirsty, and after lines I drank again and again.
Around 4P.M., I was trashed behind my desk, feeling my dark side knocking in my brain, I really needed to get out of there right now. I gathered all my forces; took all the cocaine it left me and ran out of my office. Took the elevator to go to the 6th floor, that is empty to cross the all building to join the other elevator at the end of building, to be sure to cross nobody, I was staggering as hell and so thirsty as my throat was dry as sand.
Once outside, I had to walk around the building to join my car and fly away. I’ve been really lucky that nobody saw me. In my car I chugged the half bottle of vodka and drove to a bar, there, I ordered drinks after drinks until someone told it was 7 P.M. and realize I had to pick up my son, so I staggered away.
I crossed the town at full speed, my son was alone in front of his school, he jumped in the car and we go to kindergarten, the nurse was got crazy about my lateness, she scolded my son and I could hear all she said, be sure that if hadn’t been that drunk and high, I had run out of my car to slap her face.
Once every body in the car, I drove away, but this stupid bitch had upset me as hell. So, my son who knows me well told me to stop at next shop, he will buy some refreshments for me. On the moment it seems to be a good idea.
He left store with several cans of fruity beers, one bottle of whisky, one of vodka, one of malibu. I picked up the whisky one, and drove us in front a park to drink quietly and take some Xanax to decompress.
Around 8.30P.M. as children were hungry, I drove to MC Donald drive-thru. The waiters notice I was trashed but said nothing. I parked few away to let them eat during I continue to drink and take pills, my eyes were rolling, several times I missed my mouth with the bottleneck and poured whisky on my breast, it was a good thing, like that when I missed my mouth when putting Xanax in it, the pill get sticked on my breast and it was easier for me to find it.
Once they had finished to eat, I tried to drive back home but I hit two parked cars while leaving parking place and another one the road, so I decided that to drive us safe to home, I will need to buy some cocaine. Swerving from lane to lane didn’t prevent me to continue to drink and take pills.
In front the house of my drug dealer I felt out of the car and broke my bottle, as he had heard the noise of the shattering glass he opened his door, saw me and helped me to enter. He immediately made me snort big lines of c and after we drank rum while smoking meth. A long moment later some of his friends come, so we fucked all together, taking other drugs, drinking and snorting cocaine, speed and ketamine.
The four men destroyed each of my holes, they came in me several times until the doorbell rang, it was my son who wanted to use the toilet, and it was at this moment I realized that I had forgot that my children were still outside in the car…
So, got up as I could, and arrived nude in front him while trying to pass my tailor vest to get ‘dressed’. Once more I felt on the floor and crawled to the coffee table to snort more powder, I even didn’t know what I was snorting, I just sniff all what I could until my noise get clogged and the powder draw in my throat, during this tile my drug dealer had refilled my diffusion plug with rum and inserted it in my ass.
Once I had had finished, he tried helped me to get up but on knee I turned to him, embrace his legs and start to lick his balls, but he removed my head and said ‘your son is here’. To be honest I was so high that I really didn’t care. But my drug dealer, gave my clothes to my son and carry me to my driver seat.
I drove a few before to stopped because I was trashed, I woke up my older daughter to put her on my knee to help to direct steering wheel, but she couldn’t stay straight, in fact during I left them alone she had drunk some cans of fruity beers and she was nearly as drunk as me.
So, I had to drive back like that, hoping my son doesn’t find the remote of my plug in my purse and play with it. At home the babysitter told me she was worried, and helped me to enter home where I passed out on couch.
