Termyn8or
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FR OK, the whole point here is not to switch beer, but to eliminate it for a time. Subsequently consumption will be intermittent. All kidding aside I have a good reason to do this. Believe it or not I thought my lifestyle wasn't all that bad. Beer never hurt me before but it had a detrimental effect on my driving record. I have managed to mainly stay out of trouble but I doubt I'll have another license. I've slipped through the cracks. The other day the Woman got out of the hospital - late Saturday. Well, I take care of my friends and said OK, I need to go out and get the usual, beer cigs or tobacco and whatever. So her olman and I take the scrip but every pharmacy closeby was closed. I was even willing to pay for it. But we never got there. We had the address wrong, he's on the cell getting the address and I hear 22XX Ridge road in Parma. There is no such address. Found out it was on Brookpark road. So at night we are trying to get an address to figure out where this damn place is. Basically I got stopped for doing 30 in a 35. I had been napping and hence only had a couple. Now I used to play that game, I knew the rules and had the right people as well as the money to take care of things like this. The rules have now changed. I have managed somehow not to have any major problems since 1996, but last Saturday it happened. Now I don't have the slush fund, and even with it my chances are slim and none and slim left town. My major point of consternation is the breathalyzer. Every other time I refused, except once. My lawyers usually did a fantastic job for me, resulting in four first offenses. Even when I wrecked into another car I could get community service, and this from a judge who's daughter was killed by a drunk driver. Mr. Slick for sure. Well Mr. Slick just ran up on something like a brick wall. This time I took the test. I was quite confident that I would blow borderline or slightly under the limit. I was goddam lucky it wasn't a felony charge because now they go back twenty years. But it wasn't so I blew. I blew a 191 which is over double the legal limit. Blowing over 170 is a super DUI. But understand this - I was quite confident that I was OK blowing. I knew how much I drank, and with my body weight it should have come in alot lower. Unless my system is saturated with it. That is the only explaination, unless the machine is wrong. So now I have legal problems which are of course not your problem. That is not the point. That reading, even if it is half ass accurate indicates that some of my assumption may be wrong. I must know and that is why I am going to stop for a time. I never said I was going to quit, but I might if the benefits are clear because quite frankly, I like beer. My friends and family could tell you that I really rarely get drunk, at least in outward appearance. This all assumes that I don't go to jail tomorrow. They couldn't find any warrants Saturday night and Mr. Slick got the hell out of there without posting bail, which most people find hard to believe, but I did get that over. However that trooper did look right at me and say if I don't show up he will be at my door to come and get me. I tend to believe him, because they have a different attitude than say, a city cop. If they "find" the warrants for all the shit I've blown off in the last fifteen years I will be away. I am preparing for that eventuality today. But if I am really that saturated with alcohol it is not only a surprise to me, it is something that deserves my attention. This is more important than my legal problems. At best, if I can schmooze this over and do the best I am looking at six days of my life and about a grand. That's at the very best I could do. A good lawyer could be more apt to make it happen that way but I can no longer afford those high priced mouthpieces. I'll just do the best I can with it. But the health issues are very important. If the beer is hurting me it can go the way of sugar, HFCS, regular table salt and those things hydrogenated or hydrolysed. If it's that bad, I see no problem stopping but I will do it gradually so as not to shock my liver. The last thing I need is more problems. The physical problems must be addressed. People can't believe that I got out of there the same night without bail, and that I got my car back Monday. Yes Mr. Slick did OK, but Mr. Slick might get bit in the ass as well. And I don't even know the worst. A regular DUI can get you off of a grand and six months. And I am goddam lucky not to be charged with a felony. But in perspective, my health is still more important. I am not afraid of this, but I do have a bad case of caritis right now. Maybe I should just sell the damn thing and deal with it. T
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