>_ @ 11:28 pm
Current Mood: pissed off
so i get done with work tonight and sloth calls from the bar asking if i'll take a cab up instead of him coming to pick me up. cos of course since it's his night off he's out getting shit-faced. again. cos last night wasn't enough. i cab up ($15...i made him pay the fare) and find him hanging out with two tourists. since i'm on the wagon for a month of course i don't want to stay and chat, so he makes his good-byes, tabs out, and comes out to the car where i'm waiting. little does he know that i can hear every word he's said. i'm like "so what're you up to tonight?" and he tells me that he's going to go home, and then drive back down, pick up the strangers, and head to lahaina to see marty dread (reggae show every monday night.) mind you, he's slurring. i tell him that there's no way in hell i'm going to let him take the car when he's drunk. now, here's the good part. he tries to convince me that he's not drunk, he's just happy. right, cos people always slur when they're happy. and it's not the first time he's tried this line of reasoning with me. basically i laid down the law and said that there was no fucking way in hell he was taking the car. so i end up having to drive them all down to the bar and drop them off. supposedly they're going to cab back up after the show, or at least that's the plan. i just can't believe that he's so casual about driving that drunk. dude, if you can't talk, what makes you think you should be behind the wheel of a car? that guy's on a head-on collision course with disaster, and there's no way that i'm going to be around for the impact. which brings me to the point. i'm moving back to cali. one-way plane ticket has been purchased. i'll be flying in to portland on the 22nd, staying for turkey day, and catching a ride down to nor cali with my sister. i plan on working for a few months and then taking a few weeks to catch up with beloved and dearly missed friends down in central and so cal. so for those of you who claim to miss me, get ready!