My best friend on Earth was kicked out by his wife... close to a year of depression and alcoholism, violence and more stints in rehab than I can count (literally) had just finally wore her down. He's walking the streets, with no credit cards (she took his plastic) and I don't know how much cash. Slept outside last night.
I tried to get him to go to a hotel, offered to pay... but he got belligerent with the staff. He stopped taking my calls. I really don't know where he is now. He's been saying a lot of crazy stuff, and the streets of Chicago are no place for a drunk in crisis.
Not getting a lot done today, just blowing up his cell and stressing. I'm up to 27 thousand something. Whatever.
03 September 2008
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2 comments:
So sorry you're going through this. Sometimes people need to hit a bottom like this before they begin to take their situation seriously - I hope your friend begins to see his way out of his crisis.
Dropped by to read your Saviano translation again (I've gotta get his book)and to see what your word count is, but I see that you've got bigger fish to fry.
Sounds like you're a big part of your friend's life. Hopefully he will reach out to you soon. I can see why you are fretting. Hope he contacts you soon.
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