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SusanofO -> RE: The Monster Inside (8/17/2006 7:42:10 PM)
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Every once in a great while, doing something stupidly dangerous, that I really, deep down, know better than to risk doing. Like last week-end, when I went to that bdsm "play" house alone. I knew I should have waited until a male friend of mine was available to go with me - but my curiosity got the better of me. Fortunately, these times are few and far between (but in my late teens, and early twenties, they were alive and well).
**How has it gotten me in trouble? I could give you numerous examples, but here is a classic: One Hallowe'en night, many moons ago, I accidentally drove off an Interstate ramp that was half completed, and landed my car into the mud below, into which it then sank about ten feet, in a really baaaad and dangerous part of town, while dressed as Scarlett O'Hara (I'd been in costume, since it was Hallowe'en). It was 2 a.m., and the bars had just closed. I took a wrong turn, because I was too drunk to read the road sign correctly telling me the road was Closed.
A friend had offerred to drive me home, but I insisted, of course, that I was "fine". I was really very drunk. I managed to climb out of the car (it was a miracle I wasn't dead, as the car had dropped a good ten feet off the ramp), and then had to scale a ten foot tall cyclone fence, in my Scarlett O' Hara gown, to get to the street and try to find a telephone. I tore my gown on the top of the fence.I also landed on the ground after jumping off about halfway down, but didn't feel anything like pain - I was too wasted for that.
I knocked on the doors of several houses, but the late hour, combined w/my weird costume prevented, I suppose, anyone from letting me into their house to use their phone. That, plus it was a very dangerous neighborhood where people just don't open their doors to anyone, even in the daytime. After about an hour of seeking a phone in this manner (this was before the proliferation of the cell phone), I was so scared and feeling hopeless, I was in tears. I just wanted to be home safe in my own bed.
I was finally appoached on the street, by a man in the steoreo-typical plumed, wide-brimmed hat, who turned out to be a real-life Pimp, who generously invited me to his home, and let me use his telephone, while he fixed me toast in his kitchen, and I called a tow truck. He could just as easily have raped me.
The police came (he'd called them), and my car was towed home, and I got a ticket, and a looong lecture from the cops. My sister, who owned the car (it was not mine, it was hers) didn't speak to me for six months. It took me two weeks to get the mud out of her car, and I had to pay for numerous repairs to it. I went to my first AA meeting the next week.
I still got to AA meetings on occasion, because I am a rotten drinker - but I really, really seem to like doing it when I do. But, I haven't had any alcool for over twenty years now. Plus, I take medication that, if mixed w/alcohol, could actually kill me.
- Susan
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