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So Ese's okay. I didn't seem him all weekend, which I spent feeling guilty about being his buyer/calling the cops in the first place. But still, even if they didn't have to pump his stomach, there was always the chance if we just left him basically unsupervised that he could have choked on his own vomit. He ended up with a $186 minor and a $50 one-time 90 minute alcoholic class. So $236 plus whatever his hospital bill is going to end up being, which I'm thinking is going to be over a grand because they took him in an ambulance. Fuck. I still feel guilty, but not as much as I feel Sakib and I did the right thing. He's also got to write a two page letter to Sarah the hall director explaining how the whole thing "impacted" all the people involved, which was basically me and Sakib, and apology letters to the two of us. I don't know about Sakib, but apparently mine is just going to be completely random shit that we talk about, like jokes about prostituting yourself for liquor. Sarah also told me I wasn't in any trouble because I did the right thing, so for once the silver lining is on my side.
After work and then dinner we went to play basketball, and after a while of being embarrassingly bad, I picked it up some and wasn't so awful, even though I have total noodle arms. I also jammed my finger like a dumbass. It still hurts to completely straighten it or make a fist, but it's not as bad as it was last night, so I'm going to assume it's nothing serious. Then we went bowling! He has this crazy idea that I won most of our games, but I'm pretty sure it was either half and half or he beat me more, if only because those lanes are narrow as fuck and I have a really awful curve that I can overcome sporadically at best.
Today I am sore as fuck because I am hideously out of shape. Whoo!
Also, I'm pretty glad the boss and I can still be friends after everything, particularly the last year or so. It's been a long, strange trip, but I'm actually pretty happy with where things are and where I am. Despite the bad times, or maybe because of them, I feel like I've learned shit about myself and grown as a person. I feel like I really get it now, that it's NOT the end of the world when things don't work out like you want them to, and sometimes they never will, and that's okay. It'd be pretty fucking stupid to throw away nearly a decade of friendship over something that was not only not in my control, but really isn't important in the long run. Sometimes I can be crazy and insecure, but that's not the end-all, be-all of who I am. And I totally do look better than a heroin addict, so there's that, too.
After work and then dinner we went to play basketball, and after a while of being embarrassingly bad, I picked it up some and wasn't so awful, even though I have total noodle arms. I also jammed my finger like a dumbass. It still hurts to completely straighten it or make a fist, but it's not as bad as it was last night, so I'm going to assume it's nothing serious. Then we went bowling! He has this crazy idea that I won most of our games, but I'm pretty sure it was either half and half or he beat me more, if only because those lanes are narrow as fuck and I have a really awful curve that I can overcome sporadically at best.
Today I am sore as fuck because I am hideously out of shape. Whoo!
Also, I'm pretty glad the boss and I can still be friends after everything, particularly the last year or so. It's been a long, strange trip, but I'm actually pretty happy with where things are and where I am. Despite the bad times, or maybe because of them, I feel like I've learned shit about myself and grown as a person. I feel like I really get it now, that it's NOT the end of the world when things don't work out like you want them to, and sometimes they never will, and that's okay. It'd be pretty fucking stupid to throw away nearly a decade of friendship over something that was not only not in my control, but really isn't important in the long run. Sometimes I can be crazy and insecure, but that's not the end-all, be-all of who I am. And I totally do look better than a heroin addict, so there's that, too.