Obviously, the most common drug was alcohol. I was offered so many beers there's no point in trying to count. I first started driving for Lefty's a little over a year after my last drink ever, and there was a bit of irony in constantly delivering to drunken college kids: they helped encourage my sobriety. It was a situation where I'd be around a gaggle of drunk students, and my thought process was not envy, but vicarious embarrassment. The horrible realization that I used to act like as big of a putz as they were, and that hurt deep inside. It would strike me, "Oh holy Christ, I was just as big of an asshole as these twerps." So yeah, they helped me stay steadfast in keeping off the bottle.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Just A Day At Work - Epilogue (NOTE: Read Last!)
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Six weeks later....
The Falcon is fired up around one a.m., the whump-whump-whump of the exhaust a telltale heartbeat that a strange beast has come alive. A beast that can be controlled, barely, an animal powerful enough to challenge one's ability to control it at all. Bekka and I are going for a short drive. We may die. That may be part of the reason we do it. We leave her apartment complex in Encinitas and get on I-5 south, starting off mellow, and slowly opening it up until by the time we're around Solana Beach, we're holding 90 mph.
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