Soon

Soon I will return to the living. I've considered myself dead to the world in a way. Can't drive any where. The only places I went, besides football games, were the places required by probation and the bitch cunt work counselor.

A week from Monday I should have my drivers license back. It first I was going ape shit with cabin fever. I was antsy about getting it. Restless. Now I'm pretty calm about it. I've sent DPS all the necessary paper work. They told me it takes 2-3 weeks to process it. I'm not sure what the fuck that means. They've been sitting on the paper work for over a week now. I asked will it be ready by Feb. 16th. The idiot on the phone said I was pushing it. Pushing what. It's a simple question. What are the odds of it being in. 2-3 weeks is all he can say. A good sign this morning though. I was looking at my bank statement online and they've cashed the check. I'm guess it's a week before they type that in to their little computers. I'll call this Friday (or Thursday) to see if it's all in order to go to the office to pick up my shit on the next Monday.

I don't know why I'm worried. I'm just wired that way. Worse case scenario is I have to wait a few days.

The first two days I get back driving I have a couple of doctors appointments. Then I have two free days. I think a gambling junket to Louisiana is in order. A little celebration. After that I have a poker game. Some buddies I haven't seen in over two years, some more, are getting together. I'm really looking forward to that.

Some of those guys are my best friends in the world. Despite that, I couldn't bring myself to tell them all the shit that went down over the last year and a half with me. Instead I've just been making excuses in order to stay away from them. It's not that they wouldn't help me out or be there for me. It's more that I'm embarrassed and in a way feel like I let them down. They helped me out so much before when I had my second DWI. It's almost like letting my parents down. So I chose not to tell them.

I've got more but I'll save it for a later post. I had a funny email exchange with Binks (I nicknamed him after the Bloom County character he looks like, Binkley). He had a Jerry Seinfeld moment. Some works stuff and something I'm grateful for will probably be posted next time.

As a reminder, next time you see the woman you love, tell her she's got the whitest teeth you've ever come across.

Good night,
His Eminence JPIII