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Like Blanche Dubois, right now I'm looking for the kindness of strangers--advice, words, anything. I am angry in a way I have never been before--quietly, deeply angry.
Last night, I called up a good friend--let's call him James--to hang out. James always like bars, so I chose one way out in Pasadena, close to where we went to school together, but rather far from where either of us live. We agreed that we'd take one car---his--and that he would be designated driver that evening.
After two beers at the Pub, he informed me we were going to another bar in another part of LA, where a friend of his was having a night out. I had 2 more drinks, but I grew concerned when he had the same. I informed him that he probably shouldn't be drinking anymore, since he was driving. He said to relax. I began to grow nervous about the whole situation, but he said to have a little condfidence in his abilities. At that point, I ordered a water.
Eventually, we drove off to a third bar, close to his apartment, where I had nothing but glasses of water. I was sobering up quickly, but James continued to socialize and drink. He was concerned I wasn't having a good time, but I refused anything else to drink. When the bar let out, the owner said to him "Man, I sure hope you aren't driving home tonight." "HE'S the designated driver," I snapped. Truth be told, this is not the first time my friend has done this--pledge to keep sober and then completely forget about it. That, however, was mostly in college--more than 3 years ago. Usually, I did the right thing--sobered up myself, then got the keys away from him and drove us both out of there.
This time--this is where I'm kicking myself--I didn't manage to do it. I just got in the passenger seat and told him "James, I really am kinda worried about you driving us back." "Dude, just close the door and let's get out of here," he answered, slurring his words. When I pressed him further, he responded, "Look, we're pretty close to my neighborhood, I can do this." And eventually, when it looked like I couldn't get the keys away from him without resorting to violence, I relented. I shouldn't have ever gotten back into his car...
Only about 5 minutes later, we came to the top of a hill and started down. James' car veered to the right, out of our lane. We were heading right towards a parked car. BAM! An airbag was in my face. Glass was in my hair. I couldn't move my foot because the car had literally collapsed around it. "You IDIOT!!" I yelled, and kept saying it over and over again. "You idiot, you idiot, you idiot!!" "Can you get out?" He said. I finally squeezed my foot out my shoe and left it there, and crawled out through the drivers side. His car was nearly totalled, and the car he hit wasn't much better. It was a nightmare--it was everything I had dreaded during other evenings with James, only now it was reality. Neither of us were hurt, although covered in cuts and bruises. No one else was injured. "I want to get back home. NOW!" I raged. "Dude," he slurred, "I think I'm about to go to jail." But he allowed me to catch a ride from a bystander, and I picked my own car and--without incident or a left shoe--drove home.
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Today, my whole body aches--although no broken bones, thank God. My neck has an ugly purple bruise on it from the seatbelt that probably saved me. But mostly, I just feel terribly hurt emotionally, hurt ans angry. I've known James well for the last 7 years--his irresponsibility, his careless nature, his total disregard for the effects of alcohol. But he has also been a good friend, and when I excercised caution, a SAFE friend. Now I'm not sure I can trust him ever again. I'm not even sure I want to SEE him ever again. I can't reach him by phone--he's probably in jail.
But then there's MY complicity--true, I told James about 10 times over the course of the evening to take it easy, to stop drinking, to remember that he had to drive home at some point. But I felt I was only sober enough to drive myself at the end of the evening after bar #3, even though he was designated. And at that point, I just wasn't forceful enough. I trusted him too much. He likes to be in control of situations, and I just let him do his thing. And although I'm not liable in any way (in terms of DUI OR property damage), I have a hard time believing this incident wasn't in many ways my own damn fault. I almost feel like it was me who drove drunk and crashed a car.
I need your thoughts on this matter, DU. If you have had any similar experiences, I'd sure love to hear them. Above all, how should I be feeling right now?
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