A confession
A confession
again........
I drive by his office, see his car, know he went to a concert nearby. Obvious someone picked him up from there and will drop him back off...so i wait.....
ha...a good detective never gets caught. Im not a good detective I found.
Car drops him, they both leave, I follow behind, I am spotted, the 2 cars are side by side at red light, clear they are talking to each other. Im behind "him" in right lane, to turn right.
Light goes green...no one moves...I beep horn..."Hey, if Im busted, Im busted I think, so just move it on so I can come home with my muffler between by legs".
I flick lights to indicate "move it", he does, BUT his "enabler" (Who I found out was his cousin), cuts me off, stops, refuses to go on green light. I blow horn, car behind me blows horn, dipstick barely moves a tad, I am able to manevuer around him on side of road..and go.
Im right behind "him" cus lotta traffic, I call "him" to ask why he had his mafia try to hurt me by cutting off my car..."Huh? what are you talking about"? as he looks at me in his mirror.
I repeat myself, cus as you know, alcoholics are terribly hard of hearing. I say again, and ask "he cut me off" and he says "I hope so".
So...a new level of disgust from the alcoholic...and immaturity...to ask his 41 yr cousin to purposely cut me off...(Ok guys, not that I am the picture of Mature living here, I know) but to do something that could have hurt people?
I hang up..he calls again, saying he didnt see me yada yada yada...
Cousin, btw, sheepishly hangs farrrrr back behind my car now...cus I guess he is brave enough to try to endanger my life, but not brave enough to get close to my car so I can see it was him. Silly him, cus the "him" told me it was his cousin. Ha....naming the complisitor..not good move, dear.
Now, of course, Im kicking myself for going there in first place, looking like a royal richard head..traffic is slow..finally, we both head for turnpike, he roars off like a coward..I gently and slowly make my way to the t.p., we go in opposite directions,,,cousin still sheepishly lagging behind...he calls again, this time, I dont answer. He calls again, and boy, 2 calls in a row and I dont answer. hooray for me.
why did I go there?
Who the blazes knows? If your are big arse codie like me, you aint gotta have a reason...or you got a thousand very valid reasons.
Bottom line....the big old whole inside of me felt empty...and no, the "him" did not fill it, once again.
*sigh*
I drive by his office, see his car, know he went to a concert nearby. Obvious someone picked him up from there and will drop him back off...so i wait.....
ha...a good detective never gets caught. Im not a good detective I found.
Car drops him, they both leave, I follow behind, I am spotted, the 2 cars are side by side at red light, clear they are talking to each other. Im behind "him" in right lane, to turn right.
Light goes green...no one moves...I beep horn..."Hey, if Im busted, Im busted I think, so just move it on so I can come home with my muffler between by legs".
I flick lights to indicate "move it", he does, BUT his "enabler" (Who I found out was his cousin), cuts me off, stops, refuses to go on green light. I blow horn, car behind me blows horn, dipstick barely moves a tad, I am able to manevuer around him on side of road..and go.
Im right behind "him" cus lotta traffic, I call "him" to ask why he had his mafia try to hurt me by cutting off my car..."Huh? what are you talking about"? as he looks at me in his mirror.
I repeat myself, cus as you know, alcoholics are terribly hard of hearing. I say again, and ask "he cut me off" and he says "I hope so".
So...a new level of disgust from the alcoholic...and immaturity...to ask his 41 yr cousin to purposely cut me off...(Ok guys, not that I am the picture of Mature living here, I know) but to do something that could have hurt people?
I hang up..he calls again, saying he didnt see me yada yada yada...
Cousin, btw, sheepishly hangs farrrrr back behind my car now...cus I guess he is brave enough to try to endanger my life, but not brave enough to get close to my car so I can see it was him. Silly him, cus the "him" told me it was his cousin. Ha....naming the complisitor..not good move, dear.
Now, of course, Im kicking myself for going there in first place, looking like a royal richard head..traffic is slow..finally, we both head for turnpike, he roars off like a coward..I gently and slowly make my way to the t.p., we go in opposite directions,,,cousin still sheepishly lagging behind...he calls again, this time, I dont answer. He calls again, and boy, 2 calls in a row and I dont answer. hooray for me.
why did I go there?
Who the blazes knows? If your are big arse codie like me, you aint gotta have a reason...or you got a thousand very valid reasons.
Bottom line....the big old whole inside of me felt empty...and no, the "him" did not fill it, once again.
*sigh*
sucks like a Hoover wet vac. Get it "wet" as in alcohol. LOL
why am I laughing?
Gotta admit my defeat, I guess. I got busted. My detective abilities have got to improve!
why am I laughing?
Gotta admit my defeat, I guess. I got busted. My detective abilities have got to improve!
Ok peeps..help me out here...
Please critique my experience and tell me what I could have done to not get caught. I scoped the lay out of the parking lot as best I could,,only one way outta the lot... dang...I shoulda asked for your help before I went...
I didnt have much time, or else I could have rented a car...or stolen one?
Please critique my experience and tell me what I could have done to not get caught. I scoped the lay out of the parking lot as best I could,,only one way outta the lot... dang...I shoulda asked for your help before I went...
I didnt have much time, or else I could have rented a car...or stolen one?
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Hey there, 007. Your post reminds me of an episode of Divorce Court where the wife who tailed her cheatin' husband referred to herself as "007" and her best friend and accomplish as "006."
Be careful out there, you could have gotten hurt. As we all know, addicts can behave quite irrationally.
Be careful out there, you could have gotten hurt. As we all know, addicts can behave quite irrationally.
oops...didn't mean to hit the thanks button.
Maybe if you got drunk, you'll feel a little more incognito? (ok....that was bad, soooorrrrry).
hmmm... perhaps park on the street near the exit and follow a little further behind? haha...what am I doing? I'm helping you spy.....lol
Maybe if you got drunk, you'll feel a little more incognito? (ok....that was bad, soooorrrrry).
hmmm... perhaps park on the street near the exit and follow a little further behind? haha...what am I doing? I'm helping you spy.....lol
yup FD, I hear ya.....and you know what mattes it hurt more....?
My license tag is a personalized tag reflecting, what I thought I was at one time, a respectable member of my recovery program. it is:
"STEP GRL"
As in, I am a girl who lives the steps...LOL
Not tonight, I wasnt.
Luckily, the cousin wouldnt know what a step was if he tripped over one.
My license tag is a personalized tag reflecting, what I thought I was at one time, a respectable member of my recovery program. it is:
"STEP GRL"
As in, I am a girl who lives the steps...LOL
Not tonight, I wasnt.
Luckily, the cousin wouldnt know what a step was if he tripped over one.
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oh friend....
i've always said the government was missin out on super weapon by not employing us codies as super, secret spies.....we know all the tricks.
don't be so hard on yourself.....we've all done it. and probably will do it. or are doing it. or thinking of doing it. or in the middle of doing it. or fighting to not do it.
it's progress, not perfection.
hugs to you
jeri
i've always said the government was missin out on super weapon by not employing us codies as super, secret spies.....we know all the tricks.
don't be so hard on yourself.....we've all done it. and probably will do it. or are doing it. or thinking of doing it. or in the middle of doing it. or fighting to not do it.
it's progress, not perfection.
hugs to you
jeri
dang, your right Jessica...if I WERE drunk, I wouldnt have even know I had been spotted, I wouldve thought I was the best detective in the world and I was in full control.
I probably wouldve thought I was the hottest babe in the world, too!
Thats what I hear alkies think when they drink...
I probably wouldve thought I was the hottest babe in the world, too!
Thats what I hear alkies think when they drink...
FD,
Great idea!
Im gonna go to the tag bureau and tell em I lost my tag, get a new one as you suggested and simply change them when needed.
He will never know its me...will he?
Great idea!
Im gonna go to the tag bureau and tell em I lost my tag, get a new one as you suggested and simply change them when needed.
He will never know its me...will he?
well I couldve waited til HE called after he spotted me and asked "Hey STEP GRL, what are you doing here behind me"?
and I wouldve replied:
"Behind you? whadda ya mean?"
You know..like denie it while looking straight at his car? LOLOL
Isnt that what THEY do? Lie straight to our face?
and I wouldve replied:
"Behind you? whadda ya mean?"
You know..like denie it while looking straight at his car? LOLOL
Isnt that what THEY do? Lie straight to our face?
Bwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! FD!!!!!!!
you remember that, huh? Dang, anudder good idea...should leave that costume in my trunk.
I tell ya, I havent done this following him ina longgggggggggg time. My recovery helped me forget how to be a good, er, sick, codie.
I think Im learning again,tho. OOpssss
you remember that, huh? Dang, anudder good idea...should leave that costume in my trunk.
I tell ya, I havent done this following him ina longgggggggggg time. My recovery helped me forget how to be a good, er, sick, codie.
I think Im learning again,tho. OOpssss
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