Jana PleytoDrink driving
October 10th 2006 21:07
The description of the alcholic is not so much about how much they actually consume of alcohol itself, but what it does to them once taken.
For a further description, please see Alcoholics Anonymous, the basic text.
I am an alcoholic, when I take a drink I cannot stop at one. One is too many and one hundred is never enough..so i am well aware of the disease and that is is absolutely not a moral choice for people to 'become' derelict, homeless, have their family and friends desert them, become bankrupt, the list is endless.
I have always looked at drunk drivers and felt sorry for them in a sense. I mean, understood that when they drank (ONLY IF THEY ARE ALCOHOLIC AND NOT ALL HEAVY DRINKERS ARE) they had no control over what comes next. I have been a drink driver in my late teens..something I am disgusted with as a sober person. I had tolerance for drink drivers. Of course I felt for the victims in the other cars who were involved in accidents, sometimes even killed. I felt for the victims in the same car as the driver also.
Last night I was sitting watching a DVD and all of a sudden the lights and all the electrical equipment in my house starting cutting in and out. I heard the power lines semi exploding and it was the strangest yet loudest noise I ever heard. I could tell there were alot of sparks outside my house and I was bloody petrified. I thought that we were done for, that for some ridiculous reason, terrorism had arrived in the small country town where I live. I believed for a short minute we were being bombed.
I had my brother staying at the time, snoring on the sofa bed in the lounge and my eight year old asleep in her bed at the other end of the house.
I started to panic, I started to scream and yell at my brother to wake up. He woke up thinking he was being attacked by some crazy person in the dark and so grabbed hold of me and wouldnt let me go! Then my daughter started screaming that it was dark and where was I?
After much drama, I started to hear screams outside and instinct just made me grab the phone and run. I ran outside, realising there was an accident..the police were already there however, as were the fire brigade, the SEC, the search and rescue, you name it, they were there.
Next a man falls out of the front drivers seat. He was soooo drunk. He was absolutely intoxicated and continued to scream at his partner who was standing on the side of the road in shock to get him a drink.
I was fucking furious. I wanted to go over there and punch him for causing so much panic and pain. I wanted to boot him and slap him and scream at him. He kept screaming at the police..calling them CUNTS and telling them to give him back his keys. it was horrendous. There were so many people there, they were not from my neighbourhood, thats for sure. People stood around laughing at the class of people they were and the mans behaviour, I just cant work out how I feel about it.
There was and still is this part of me that feels like saying 'suck shit' to him..the way they were all screaming abuse at the police and the surrounding people. The two women in the car were screaming at eachother afterwards, calling eachothers whores. It was like Jerry Springer meets Bad Boys.
What do you think?
For a further description, please see Alcoholics Anonymous, the basic text.
I am an alcoholic, when I take a drink I cannot stop at one. One is too many and one hundred is never enough..so i am well aware of the disease and that is is absolutely not a moral choice for people to 'become' derelict, homeless, have their family and friends desert them, become bankrupt, the list is endless.
I have always looked at drunk drivers and felt sorry for them in a sense. I mean, understood that when they drank (ONLY IF THEY ARE ALCOHOLIC AND NOT ALL HEAVY DRINKERS ARE) they had no control over what comes next. I have been a drink driver in my late teens..something I am disgusted with as a sober person. I had tolerance for drink drivers. Of course I felt for the victims in the other cars who were involved in accidents, sometimes even killed. I felt for the victims in the same car as the driver also.
Last night I was sitting watching a DVD and all of a sudden the lights and all the electrical equipment in my house starting cutting in and out. I heard the power lines semi exploding and it was the strangest yet loudest noise I ever heard. I could tell there were alot of sparks outside my house and I was bloody petrified. I thought that we were done for, that for some ridiculous reason, terrorism had arrived in the small country town where I live. I believed for a short minute we were being bombed.
I had my brother staying at the time, snoring on the sofa bed in the lounge and my eight year old asleep in her bed at the other end of the house.
I started to panic, I started to scream and yell at my brother to wake up. He woke up thinking he was being attacked by some crazy person in the dark and so grabbed hold of me and wouldnt let me go! Then my daughter started screaming that it was dark and where was I?
After much drama, I started to hear screams outside and instinct just made me grab the phone and run. I ran outside, realising there was an accident..the police were already there however, as were the fire brigade, the SEC, the search and rescue, you name it, they were there.
Next a man falls out of the front drivers seat. He was soooo drunk. He was absolutely intoxicated and continued to scream at his partner who was standing on the side of the road in shock to get him a drink.
I was fucking furious. I wanted to go over there and punch him for causing so much panic and pain. I wanted to boot him and slap him and scream at him. He kept screaming at the police..calling them CUNTS and telling them to give him back his keys. it was horrendous. There were so many people there, they were not from my neighbourhood, thats for sure. People stood around laughing at the class of people they were and the mans behaviour, I just cant work out how I feel about it.
There was and still is this part of me that feels like saying 'suck shit' to him..the way they were all screaming abuse at the police and the surrounding people. The two women in the car were screaming at eachother afterwards, calling eachothers whores. It was like Jerry Springer meets Bad Boys.
What do you think?
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