I was blinded by her beauty.
I was 21 years old and employed with the government. I worked there part-time and went to school part-time. I was dating a woman who turned out to be a wolf in sheep's clothes. When I first met her, she seemed to be everything a man wanted. She was beautiful, in college, had her own place and car. She wasn't working at the time but had her own money as I observed her do a little shopping at the mall. After about 3-4 months, she lost her place and moved back in with her mother. At that time, she didn't have any money and began to ask me for it. I gave her $20 here and there, put gas in her car and once paid her cell phone bill. I made good money at my job and looked at it as if she would help me out if I had fell on hard times. It took me a while to realize that her school refund money had ran out because I never really been one to pay attention to other people's cash flow. Eventually, her asking me for money got really bad and seemed to be expected rather than appreciated. I began to feel like a human ATM and realized that every time she came around I was loosing money.
The next morning it was gone.
It really hit the fan when she set me up to get robbed. I didn't see it then (how blind I was) but in retrospect I see that she was broke and would do anything to get some money. She called me to stay the night with her at her mother's house and I went to stay the night with her. She was usually at my house so I thought it would be good to spend some time on her turf. I parked my truck right outside her place that night and the next morning it was gone! Someone has stolen it while I was sleep! She lived in "the hood" so I thought it was something random. After telling people what happened, they always told me that her neighborhood was an area known for car theft. My girlfriend didn't say much about it except that she "felt bad." I now realize that she had someone steal it while I was sleep. She knew I didn't have an alarm and knew I would be in the house with her, so the thieves had their work cut out for them. The truck was taken to a chop shop so I'm assuming that they gave her some money for the parts. So here I was with no vehicle and no way to get to school or work. This triggered me to drink pretty heavy.There was a list of other things about my girlfriend that triggered me to drive to the liquor store. I just couldn't understand some of the things that where happening because I didn't see them coming and it wasn't part of my plan for me and her at all. Like I said, I had a problem with acceptance. I couldn't accept the fact that my girlfriend was a b-word that was jealous of me and using me for every penny I had. I remember one time her asking me how she could be happy for me when she didn't have anything going for herself. Basically admitting that she was jealous of me. Eventually, her attitude worsened and she became very unpleasant to be around. Right after my truck was stolen, I found her a job at a place I used to work at the airport. When I told her, she didn't seem happy about it at all, but claimed to be actively looking for work. After working there for a little over two weeks, they fired her. The job said they fired her because she had an attitude with the passengers.
I drank in the car.
I had some money saved up from investing in stocks so I bought a 1990 Ford Tempo. It was a big step down from the Grand Cherokee that was stolen but it got me from point A to point B. I think it did something to my morale because I was used to riding in a little more style. Anyway, one day a friend of mine asked me to support him at his rap concert downtown. All of my other friends were busy so I went down there by myself. When I got there, I headed straight for the bar. I bought my friend that was performing a shot and had about 3 for myself. I had a corona beer as well. I now see that I was drinking heavy to avoid facing some of the realities that needed to be addressed in my life. Realities such as a poor excuse for a relationship and my increased drinking. I had began to drink outside of liquor stores and other random places while sitting in my car. I would just continue to drink and think about how God had dealt me a bad hand of cards. How every aspect of my life was getting worse and I didn't know what do do about it. I was driving a piece of crap car, dating a piece of crap girl and living a piece of crap life. After the concert let out, the alcohol had clouded my thoughts so much that I couldn't remember where I parked. I walked around for hours looking for my car. On top of that, there was a Major League baseball game letting out right next to the club so there were thousands of people everywhere.
I went ahead and tried to make it home.
When I found the car about two hours later, I was so tired that I could barely function. It was about 2 o'clock in the morning so there weren't many people I could call for any type of help. I called my girlfriend and got no answer. I called her mother and got no answer. So I decided to take the 40 minute drive back home. I rolled my windows halfway down to get enough air to keep me awake. On the freeway, I turned my hazard lights on and drove in the slow lane so I could just coast all the way home. I now realize that turning on my hazard lights was a very dumb thing to do as it only attracted more attention to me from the police. But when you're drunk, you do dumb things simply because your thinking is impaired. About 15 minutes into the drive I noticed red, white and blue lights flashing in my rear view mirror. I realized I was getting pulled over by the police.
The State Police
I actually didn't think I was drunk enough to be over the limit. I didn't really "feel" drunk at the time, just tired from all that walking. There were two policeman, and one came to my door and asked me if I had been drinking. I looked at his uniform and realized he was a State policeman. I told him that I had some beer a few hours ago when I was at my friend's performance. He gave me numerous alcohol test and made me take the Breathalyzer. I blew a .10. Since the Michigan legal limit is a .08 I was over the limit! The police handcuffed me, called for my car to be towed and took me to jail.
