Power Player

Tomorrow morning I will undergo a chemical and alcohol evaluation.

Why?

Because I was a dumbass, that's why. Three months ago I went and got myself a drunk on, drove home, crashed my car into a snowbank and got tagged with a DUI.

Now, tomorrow morning, I am not sure what happens. I have already done the following:

1) Spent 12 hours without contact from anyone in the St Paul lockup. Think I could sleep that night? And how was it facing my wife and children when I walked out of there? Just the hardest fucking thing I think I have ever had to do.

2) Spent well over $1000.00 on bail, court costs and the cost of getting my license back.

3) Spent three months without being able to drive. At all. Tell me that wasn't fun?

4) Had to pass an examination pertaining to the effects of alcohol on driving. Oh, and nearly fucking well failed it. Not because I wasn't aware that alcohol seriously impairs your judgement, but that I didn't know that an 80 Proof liqour had 40% alcohol.

Now, I certainly have learned my lesson from all of this. I do not understand how anyone could fail to not learn a lesson from all this (yet I know there certainly are those few...). But, on top of all that, now I get to have a complete stranger pass judgement on whether I have a drinking proble or not?

Trouble is, I have absolutely no idea what tomorrow has for me. None at all. So I guess my inquisitive mind has gone and visualised what is going to happen. Probably go in, fill out a questionnaire about booze and drugs and whether or not I like them and how much I do and how frequently do I get fucked up and what I like as a high etc etc etc... Then some faceless individual goes and equates all my a's, b's c's or d's or even my none of the above's and says "This guy has issues with the Devil's brew, lets sit him down in front of a psychiatrist to find out why..."

I don't really know. But, I'll keep you posted.