So, I've been going to this court appointed alcohol awareness class so I can get my fucking liscense back.
First you get an intake interview where they grill you about your drinking, past and present. They try to word fuck you and admit to being a full blown alcoholic.
As you can imagine, I low-balled like crazy. Most drinks ever is 10 and I'm drunk off 3-4 beers. Absolute bullshit. I can put away beers like it's my fucking job.
Here's the kicker! I sit next to this FINE little Italian girl and she's fucking gorgeous. The problem is, when I have to talk about my drinking...I sound like this huge pussy. I just want to be like, "listen, I lied...I can drink more than that" but I'll get fucked.
The thing is, if I go back on the shit I said, they'll give me court ordered aftercare which I have to pay for out of pocket.
Eh, I'm gonna get this girl's number before classes are done. Watch me.
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