My alcoholic roommate wants me to write his Autobiography because he has had such a fascinating life and believes his story is worth telling. When I told a mutual friend of ours this, he suggested the title of the work be Drunk And Drunker. I thought that was funny.
My roommate believes that every story he tells is completely fascinating and just may include the meaning of life somewhere within its fabric. His Uncle was a member of Al Capone's gang until he turned Baptist Preacher, and that is just one of many. He has made me sit down and listen to the tape of his Uncle speaking to a congregation many times. Every time I listen to it, he swears I have never heard it before.
My roommate is right about one thing and that is there is a small part of me that would like to live his life. I would like to be able to sit around and drink my self senseless every day, not have to worry about work or any responsibilities at all, and depend on the kindness and support of life long friends to make it through life. Being a responsible adult really does suck and I wish I could stay drunk and drunker.
Staying drunk all of the time also includes the ability to have an excuse ready every time something goes wrong in your life, an excuse everyone should believe because it is the gospel and is the ticket to get out of everything. When the book comes to an end, all you have is a trail of empty beer cans and an emptier life.
No comments:
Post a Comment